I immediately went to see "Looking Back" directed by Fujimoto Shu not long after it was released. I thought it would be a work like "The Garden of Words" at most, which would be warm and a little painful, but it would be enough for me. I didn't expect it to have such great stamina. I believe that everyone who insists on painting will have a strong resonance when watching it. Even if they are not moved, they can still see themselves in a certain frame. 

In the past for escaping from the reality I would go to three cinemas in a day for watching movies. After that I would go home and write my thoughts .It seemed that as long as I was forced to devote myself to the movie, I would not have to face real life. I believe enough that what I write will be seen by everyone sooner or later. Every time I write words on paper, it is accurate to flow with time and emotion. Does content really matter? Relying on those small, insignificant, useless, spurned, sensitive thoughts is already evidence of struggle. 

Every time I think about the sadness, there is a hint of brightness, like the glowing eyes of a cat under a flashlight. If I am the only one left in this world, then my thoughts will turn into a shining cat to accompany me forever. Even if I can no longer pour out my pearls or rubbish to any human being, that will be fine.

Finally, thank you for buying this painting so that I can be understood at a certain period.