Use blood to grind ink, use your heart as paper, and spend three years of obsession to become a boy on paper.
The pillow moon is the soul born in his writing, the moonlight within his reach, and the illusion that he wants to keep for the rest of his life.
At the beginning, the room was filled with gentleness, and the fragrance of ink lingered around my shoulders. I thought that the years would be peaceful and that I would be with you in this life.
In the end, the moonlight easily disperses, the ink turns to gray, and the obsession burns out, leaving only an empty room.
He guarded the remaining paintings, waiting for a moonset that would never return.
