Follow Your Passion: A Seamless Tumblr Journey
I visit the regular memorial service at the community cemetery where Gonta is laid to rest once a year, but this year, I just couldn't make it. I painted this picture with a sense of sorry. I somehow remembered Gonta's reluctant face. When he was still in good health, he used to make this kind of face when I came home from outings. lots of regrets. ๐ฅฒ That is why I am thankful that he is with me now. .
ๅ ๆฅใใดใณใฟใ็ ใฃใฆใใๅ ฑๅ้ๅใฎๅฎๆๆ ฐ้็ฅญใซใฏ ใใคใ1ๅนดใซไธๅบฆใฏ่ถณใ้ใใงใใใฎใงใใใไปๅนดใใฉใใใฆใ่กใใพใใใงใใใใใใใชใใใจใใๆฐๆใกใงๆใใพใใใ ใชใใจใชใใดใณใฟใฎๆธใ้กใๆใๅบใใฆใพใใใใใใใใใช้กใใฆใพใใ๏ผพ๏ผพ๏ผ ใพใ ใพใ ๅ ๆฐใ ใฃใใใใๅคๅบๅ ใใๅธฐใฃใฆใใใจใใใช้กใใฆใพใใใฃใใ ใชใใ ใใใ ่จใฃใฆ็งใฏใๅพๆใ ใใใงใใญใใ ใ ใใใใใไปใๅใซๅฑ ใฆใใใฆใใใใจใใใจๆใใพใใ