The water whisper is bouncing,
A flock of birds is moving and coloring the sky black,
A gust of wind passes through the forest covered with newly sprouted green,
Ripples of the river, Fluctuations in the sand of the riverbed.. flow over his paper
You find the moments
アトリエでは水の囁きが弾んでいる
空を黒く流れる鳥の群れ、
芽吹いたばかりの緑で覆われた林を抜ける一陣の風
川面のさざ波、 川底の砂の流れ・・
彼の漉く紙の上を漂う
その作品かがもたらす感動は、彼の躍動
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