The stars

　I draw pictures so as to preserve scenes and memories I don't want to forget about the lovely things I've met in my life and leave them as treasures.　The arched mirrors lining the toilet looked like an altar. It is a vacant lot in the neighborhood where yellow flowers continue to bloom. These are white, star-like flowers I saw on a spring night.　We may all forget it someday, but those lovely things certainly existed at that time. I keep making promises to them that I won't forget.