Shooting stars cross the night sky. When was the last time I stare at the sky? Running around under this infinite winter sky, all my seemingly important activities are so petty and trivial. Breathe in, the cold winter air fills my lungs. How sweet the smell of the fire wood...
Acrylic on rice paper, mounted on board. 17.5 x 17.5 in. Signed with the artist's seal: an image of a rabbit, on the front.
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