Arts on Africa by Moon Hwal-ram

The kid who looks at me. The kid on the screen who looked unfamiliar to me. Through the eyes of a child, I am complaining of criticism and pain that most of the world is not pure due to the internal degradation of human beings. The child has no evolved greed. However, for a child in Africa, who had been living in a paradise given to humans in the first place, only that is the best interest and inner side. I want to talk to me and everyone. Have pure eyes. Have a pure heart.