Hanging cloud lies in how many layers.
The border in the sky and on the surface of the earth becomes white and it is reflected in the color of the sea.
The riverside which can be seen from here is covered with the summer grass and the arboret stands there.
The Japanese nightingale stops at the tree and is singing with " hoo the Lotus Sutra religion ".
...The wind is blowing in the rustle.
The leaf of the grass flows and the wire shakes and then the wind strokes the surface of a river.
The locomotive which came from that place crossed an iron bridge and headed for the row of the pine finally.
The pilgrim goes past the national road next sometimes.
All ones which exist in this world are evanescent.
I became Santouka Taneda's feelings.