A lonely man met a person “you” again.
What a chance meeting with Apple!
A reaction rather than a flash.
An accident rather than a result.
I am a naive artist.
I found something important that it must be myself when I deformed and sketched together.
A fine model makes me forget myself.
Whether my own art is superior or not.
There is a heaven in his heart. But his body can not perfectly help him for it.
First is light. Second is wind. Third is twilight. Fourth is rain. Fifth is forest. Sixth is sea. Seventh is water. Order sometimes changes. For an extra, I like love, presence and floating.
The rose about to bloom tenderly and sweetly.
“Apres un reve” by Fauré is the teachings which make me feel how to hold my lover with my mind.
Vocalise by Rachmaninov is the lament that grief will be purified for me.