It is fine this morning. The wind does not blow. It is relatively cool morning.
We worry about something every day. Every trouble is not limited. Every trouble comes out in sequence.
It is mysterious!
All pleasant things have a limit. The end comes quite early. Uneasiness flares up suddenly.
It is sad!
A human being may be to like being troubled.
And we are ruled by it. We soak in hot water of the trouble to the full. And our time stops.
When we are troubled, our time stops. It is an illusion. Time cannot stop.
In other words we obtain an illusion by being troubled.
A heart to enjoy an illusion. A negative thought.
It may be sometimes good, too.
Nekogahora rues de Nagoya et Yokohama Atsugi promenade
