Later.
Those images in my memories that had been repeatedly stretched by the years were finally covered with charcoal by me on the blank page. Changhua asked me why I didn't draw eyes. I looked at him for a long time, but I didn't know how to answer. It's like I'm used to sleeping on his arms every night, but I can't remember when I started to miss him.
There are so many unsolvable mysteries in the world, so why bother to delve into them. I replied to him accordingly.
He nodded in understanding, then pushed the wooden door open, not knowing where he was going. I looked at the navy blue robe on his body, and it seemed like I was reminded of the time when he was wearing a straight military uniform, with his long blond hair neatly tied up with a hairband. I don't know if it was blue or light green eyes, which reminded me of Lake Baikal, which I had seen with my father when I was young.
Why can't I draw it?
I can't draw it at all. I curved the corners of my mouth slightly. In my heart, he has eyes that only I can see clearly.