restaurant

When I was taking a walk down the street at night, there was a Western restaurant.
I was watching the inside of the store glowing yellow from outside.

I felt the warmth of people, the music I wouldn't be able to hear, the sound of tableware touching each other.


Speaking of which, I loved omurice.
After checking out, I remember having my toys bought for me.
I'm outside the store and it's quiet

I feel like my memories are far away.

acrylic paint on canvas