how deep is the colour of fallen cherry blossoms in the rain – how stormy pink
morning mist, early rays, cherry blossoms damp from rain, sweet aromas, pink, green, cranes
I asked for help but didn’t know I had such “busy”, “busy” friends
early birds sing early songs; bright light shines, bright twilight crawls
he will stare every time till my cheeks start burning, but if I cast a look away from me he’s turning
in the starry, starry night I light a candle, close my eyes and listen to the cats in love
all week long I struggle to wake up even late, on weekends – could I be your village rooster, please?