9:14 29112024 Yes. The teacher confided in me. That's it. It was a long, thin piece of indigo dye. I was sitting on the sand on the beach, unable to say anything, so I invited him to my house. Even when I picked up my brush, I felt like I was in a residential area.

There is a person here. I went to the teacher's house. I was dying to know. He often invited me to his house. He told me what was in his heart. That day, I was surprised by the words in my heart, and I didn't know anything. I mean, I didn't know anything.

I received an invitation to go to the beach. That day, whenever I was called to the beach, I gave everything I could say. I left the beach behind and it moved my teacher and my heart.

He passed in front of me. I was there at that time, and I said this. Alone, in the quiet of Tokyo, I couldn't bear to see him make such a mistake as I did. I wonder what he was thinking at the time.

Because it is natural. I am very good at writing. Then, that person told me about his experiences and also about the teacher's words. He was wearing a belt and taught me many lessons in life. I was moved and decided to follow him.

I lived a long life.