People have separated from each other with walls of concrete that blocked the roads to connection and love. and Nature has been defeated in the name of development.

But a haiku by Buson came into his mind: 'I try to forget this senile love; a chilly autumn shower.' The gloom only grew denser.

But, drawn to her at that moment, he felt a quiet like the voice of the rain flow over him. He knew well enough that for her it was in fact no waste of effort, but somehow the final determination that it was had the effect of distilling and purifying the woman's existence.

And I can't complain. After all, only women are able really to love.

People have separated from each other with walls of concrete that blocked the roads to connection and love. and Nature has been defeated in the name of development.

A secret, if it's kept, can be sweet and comforting, but once it leaks out it can turn on you with a vengeance.

From the way of Go the beauty of Japan and the Orient had fled. Everything had become science and regulation.