So, as the day draws to a close
A world that feels like a simple cartoon
It stains in a completely natural color,
Lingering in the illusion of darkness
Imagining the future of primary colors.
Anyway, crying and blowing at the hands of scheming
Laughing and chatting improvisationally
Singing with comforting lyrics
Dancing to gentle melodies
I’m swept up and swaying my shoulders.
However, to break free from the stale,
Maybe take out some pastel paint
Filled with boastfulness and boastfulness
In the empty space of my small canvas,
I add a milky lingering touch.
Yeah, unconsciously in numbness
It’s sad, but I can laugh
Not flashy, but dazzling
If it’s painful but interesting,
You can accept everything.
No matter how much I watch the fire across the river
Even if it’s noisy, bickering, or pointing fingers,
In my world, I am at the center!
No matter what, I feel moved too.
I will take responsibility for my life.
Hopefully, without any extra coating
Listening alone to the night and listening quietly, if it can be subtle
Even if it may be the simple beauty of empty space,
Only those who are not ashamed of themselves
I always try to draw blue comics.