It is clouded this morning. The wind does not blow. The coldness relatively softens.
When we repeat age, feelings not to be divisible increase. The feelings are unrealizable thought to oneself and another person. And we are engaged earnestly in work to fill the hopeless feelings.
It is work to bury empty falsehoods in the empty hearts.
They are enumeration of the excuses.
The life is repetition of a desire and the disappointment.
And we greeted March this year.
It is Saturday today.
Let's take a rest a little!
Meaningless work is cancellation.
We must give stained hearts a rest.
It is duty of our own.
Nekogahora rues de Nagoya et Yokohama Atsugi promenade
