I confirm the finger holding the pencil.
What kind of picture will it become? I can't see it yet, but
When I close my eyes, it comes to mind,
So I try putting the feelings deep in my heart into physical form.
When I try lining up the pretty paints,
My heart starts to flutter.
Yes, this is my first color.
The pastels we chose together, you and me.
It's just a little longer, so please, notice me.
I'm fidgeting; Will I be found out?
I'm averting my eyes; It's on purpose.
I can't be honest.
When I think of you, my heart beats faster, so
I want to convey these feelings
Yes, riding on the wind.
I stroke my brush on the canvas of the broad sky.
Because it's forever free,
I want to send you a smile.
I draw the future.