-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...