A fine road took me a fine building. Here is a crematory.
In a cold spring day, a woman of a prostitute house was pleased to come out on purpose to give me a penny.
Because of red drupes of hollies, a white-eye bird and a bunting become jolly.
A plant has chosen to bloom rather than grow.
A butterfly entangles another as they flutter in the shade and in the sun.
Grass is quivering. Somehow, I expect of someone's visit.
The sunlight changed to the moonlight while I was sleeping in the shade of a tree.
A few persimmon fruits kept on the tree have ripened and clouds are going and coming.
I think again and again but the same thing repeats as if I step on fallen leaves.
Nobody visits me and cayenne pepper becomes red.
The snow does not become fine snow owing to smoke from an industrial area.
A bagworm is hanging down in the falling snow.
Chirr, chirr, chirr, chirr. A cricket has no choice but to chirp.
The day finishes again but it is still a bit of aftergrow.
I reaped a bamboo shoot in a grove of bamboos and now I am boiling it in a pot.
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