A full moon always watches us silently.
One day, I realized that breathtaking beauty lies down in the bottom of hatred. I was puzzled by it, though I felt I could paint far more vividly when with hatred.
I believe a violent emotion is proof of our existence, and not the question of right or wrong.
Moonlight illuminates us brightly. It looks like it's throwing questions at us.
Who are you?
Why do you live?
