ink to represent the Oriental feel, acryl on canvas.
To him, you must have been a precious flower. But the two souls have forgotten each other. They didn't leave the slightest trace of memory behind. But she found me. For the first and last time, I handed her a flower. Even if she doesn't remember me, I hope the flower will make her smile someday. I hope this picture brings tears to her eyes one day. This is my very last gift to her.