The wretchedness one feels when his or hers heart is left with a baggage to hold throughout their lifetime but always unknown of how to carry it. The peace in holding their memories, that we have etched to our souls along with songs and poems that we have written on paper to burn our mortal self until eternity. I have painted all of it with Scarlett hues on paper and named it Bloodshed here.
タイトルや名前を忘れても、記憶から映画やドラマにたどり着ける検索プラットフォーム
