Sketch Boy×Oil Painting Boy
Encounter in the studio, reunion in real life.
I thought you were a literary and artistic young person who didn't like the world. I didn't expect that you didn't listen in class and studied advanced mathematics on your own. You even said you were using it to show off.
Real people cannot be judged by their appearance
I walked west into prosperity, and east into dreams. I pushed through the fog, and in front of me were flowers and applause. Ideals within reach, you were waiting at the end, blocking half of the sky.
"In my life, nothing matters, except for two things. One is painting, and the other is you."
Purpose: I try to have both reality and ideals, and adding you would be even better.