这里有一位画家。他离开城市,独自背着画夹来到海边的一个小镇上。画家住进了一间遗弃的仓库里,经过一番打扫,变成了还算过得去的画室。在没有电话声和汽笛声的房间里,在蓝色布帘的窗前,画家日复一日地画着画。他想把大海的声音画下来,想把透明的风画下来,想把遥远海底小鱼的梦画下来……不管怎么说,小小的海边小镇住进一位画家,也算是一件轰动的事。于是,这个故事开始了。是一个下着细微雪花的下午。 There is an artist here. He left the city alone, carrying a clip to a small town by the sea. The painter lived in an abandoned warehouse, after some cleaning, into a fairly decent studio. In the room without telephone and siren, the painter paints day after day at the blue curtain window. He wanted to draw the voice of the sea and wanted to draw the transparent wind down and draw the dream of a distant fish ... In any case, living in a small seaside town as an artist was also a sensation Thing. So, this story begins. Is a subtle snowflake in the afternoon.