The wind path is made of wood.
I learned that I do not know.
I am changing me.
That is a very beautiful thing.
The petals dance.
Forever in my memory.
You need to remove the border.
Why are you going?
There is no same road as today.
I can thank you today.
It is the day when I knew the blueness of the sky.
It is important that you be present.
I will know me at any time except me.
I need you.
A healing weekend here.
I saw a certain rainbow there.
To draw is to look at the heart.
The reaction is interesting.
Sometimes black turns white.
A light that shows the next way.
I am really happy.
I will go forward.
Is the color of the sky blue?
Leonardo had doubts about that.
It’s a great idea.
It is not a matter of course.
The color is decided by yourself.
Wind color invisible to adults.
I still remember.
In the sea there is something I don’t know.
Japanese cherry blossoms are beautiful.
Because it is unsatisfying.
I am always shaking.
Feeling sky and the sea.
I will not forget that day.
Draw a story in the blue sky.
Where a fantastic sky.
Just feel it.
Full ahead and try!!!
Believe in yourself.
The flowers do not wither.
That is what you decide.
The elemental symbol of carbon is 6C.
The universe is an art drawn with beautiful numbers and chemistry.
In Japan, the era name changes.
The words show the beginning and the end.
A vast galaxy spreads.
Thinking about death is thinking about life.
I know how much I hurt you.
I love you. you are you.
Even if there is a large wall,
it can be larger than that wall.
The hero is always you and me.
Are you going to heaven or to earth?
It is like a journey of the soul.
Beautiful flowers bloom.
That is for you.
I don’t know where the joy appears.
If you look closely, it will be in front of you.
I think that’s fine.
You and I are free.
Thoughts come to heaven.
Electricity and forest balance.
In order to make the relationship beautiful,
we need the evening.
There is an overlap of distance and memories in the time spent by car.
To a special place.
I wrap a bouquet that is important to you.
Such her heart is more than a bouquet.
Most of them feel colors.
The color captures the breath of the place.
It was a very pale and soft light.
Silk screen printing always excites me.
It is made up of dots and dots.
It becomes a shape by drawing a line there.
Is it hard or soft?
Is it dark or bright?
It depends on the feelings that face each other.
There is something born of unbalance.
The world contained in black.
Action is eloquence.
Breathe in heavily.
I am trying to change something.
I hear a friend’s voice.
There is light in a nice place.
I appreciate it.
Today is a “Hinamatsuri” in Japan.
The world above the clouds.
A big milestone.
An important milestone.
I told myself.
I thought with my mind.
I hear your voice.
destruction and creation.
darkness and light.
I am living in the story that you drew.
I am seeking inevitability at the point of seeking coincidence.
We are chaining.
Shadows reflected with strong light.
Before and behind are me, and you.
Light and shadow.
Both the face and the back are you.
You are seeking inevitability.
We are chaining between us.
Do you also turn clockwise?
Do you repeat it again?
Will you turn around forever?
I do not want to lie anymore.
Sorry, I do not have the time.
Expectations and betrayals of the face and back.
My nostalgic memory for drawing.
I always liked blue and black.
A rock swaying in the light that repeats.
Space is a system that produces afterimage of people.
It is repeated to create memory.
Hands that memorize with texture and touch.
It’s time to write and rub and see.
It emits light.
It is thanks to the darkness.
That is the same.
There is a big wall.
Someday that wall will be my own.
Outside light illuminates the inside of the room.
A pleasant morning.
I make the window smaller and sleep a little more.
Like you, I also protect her.
Thank you as always.
I know a spell to you.
I am in love with magic.
No one can get out of there.
I like things that appear by arranging.
Why is the sky blue?
I really want to know the answer.
Light and chain.
There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.
- Shakespeare -