There is a white wall in the bottle of my heart.
I always waiting for someone who will drawing something on the wall for me.


It's take me around 25 years, I still can't meet him in my real life.
I always imagine his face by myself, I'm so hope I can dream something about him in my dream.


The result is upset.....I never meet him in my dream, never, never, never.....


My dear, if you would like drawing something for me, please tell me. I will open my heart let you move in.