Just a drop of water, not too much
Back and forth, each pass darkens the ink
The sweet smell wafts up
I am ready for the brush
A delicate mass of hair, tied to bamboo
Slowly, precisely, soaking up the blackness
Careful, we only get one chance
Brush meets paper, and the thick line begins
Stroke after stroke, the masterpiece is created
一期一会
“Ichigo Ichie”
One life, one meeting
Today is the only day we have
