There are some long-lost or suddenly rediscovered feelings in my heart. They always happen in an inadvertent moment and are usually tentative. As a consequence, they are difficult to capture and easily disappear. For example, one afternoon, I spilled a drink in a convenience store and a elder lady sitting next to me enthusiastically gave me her tissue despite the fact that the store provides tissue for customers. At that moment, people connect themselves with others due to a simple act of goodwill. I try to express an ordinary but important something to worthily look out for with the brushstroke.