Synopsis
He picked a color he liked.
Swish—
With a rough stroke, he drew a line.
Strangely, it felt as though a long-forgotten sense had come back to life.
It was like returning to the days when every landscape inspired awe—when he was filled with the desire to give new meaning to everything beautiful.
If only I could go back to my days at the arts high school.
If only I could paint again.
