Welcome to the small world

When I was little, I was a little afraid of the night. The arabesque patterns on the ceiling that I saw in the dim light gradually began to look like the faces and hands of ghosts. Darkness would try to enter through the cracks in the curtains. But as my mother told me stories about small creatures from a small country, my body and mind would warm up, and before I knew it, I would fall into a comfortable sleep. From darkness, into a dream. The little creatures of the little country move toward the light. And what stories will continue on the other side of the curtain? 幼い頃、私は夜が少し怖かった。 薄暗い中で見た天井の唐草模様は だんだんお化けの顔や手に見えてくるし カーテンの隙間からは暗闇が入り込もうとしていた。 でも、母が横で小さな国の小さな生き物の話をしてくれるうちに 体も心も温かくなり...View all