Van Gogh Reborn!

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

A trash painter.

I don't know what regret I had to greet the morning.

Even if the long night pain reached my back, I couldn't sleep at all.

I just hope that the pain will end as if I will lose consciousness immediately.

When I lit the cigarette, the door opened with a loud sound.

As if surprised to see me gasping, my younger brother Theo rushed in.

I'm thankful and sorry.

I can't make eye contact with my beloved brother.

"You're here."

"What happened? Huh? What did you do?

I couldn't answer.

I couldn't tell Theo, who didn't refuse to do anything I asked.

I just smiled bitterly and took away the cigarette.

"Is it time to smoke? Why! Why!

Looking at the way he talks, it seems that he has already heard the story from the doctor.

It would be strange not to know if you came from Paris to here at once.

I shouldn't be a burden for your health and family.

"Theo the day before yesterday, when i went to the Wheat field it seemed like gold color melted on the whole wheat field."

The wheat fields waiting for the harvest overflowed beautifully.

Even tonight, the moon and stars will shine like that golden wheat field.

Moon and stars, lanterns, wheat fields.

Sunflower.. Sunflower Sunflo

I don't think I'll see the sun tomorrow morning.

Theo shouts hurriedly beyond the distant view.

Don't cry with a hoarse voice.

My voice isn't coming out.

"No, no! You can't do this! Wake up! Come on!

Happy birthday dear Theo.

My brother, please bury this sadness in your heart.

I hope you forgive me for being a useless brother.

"Bro! Bro!"

I love you my dear brother.