-He picked up the pencil
-The signature was vinci
-He read, drew, and thought in his heart
- The screen was blank
-The pen was stretched
-He felt heartache in his chest
-Still didn't want to understand
-Waiting for everything to wake up Come
-Only tired
-Lost the beauty in the dream
-He continued to depict innocently
Da Vinci’s The painting
did not remain
The painting he once loved most
Ignored his own work
It was blown away by the wind
Da Vinci's painting
Another one
This time he carefully outlined the hair
I want to collect it with my heart
But the painting...