The girl sitting in front of me was familiar.
Wearing a black enamel shoe in a purple dress and a blue bead ribbon on her head,
She was very white and pretty.


The boy who smells like soy sauce has a long meory.  It was the smell of poverty in a word.


JiHakSa
Illustrations for a story of the korean leterature text book<A Himallayasida tree painting I painted>.