Sea, in your black eyes

I got order and I painted it. It it painting that I will send to the house of child I have taught for a long time. While the child who went to kindergarten is now a senior in elementary school, her cheeks are still peachy. 

I will probably forever remember the moment when the child's long, drooping eyelashes flutter when she focuses on something. And I will never forget when you playfully twinkled your eyes, called 'teacher' and raised the corners of your mouth. I drew this picture thinking of your starry eyes.