It was fine today. The wind does not blow. It is a warm day.
I went to Nagoya yesterday.
It is work.
The city is valid.
The season and people and the cityscape continue changing.
Leaving only hearts.
I change, too.
Aging.
Only this does not have a way.
The life is a state of the big river.
And the life is a state of the wind.
We are dusts circulating through sea and land and sky.
We do a trip without the end on them.
We are dusts feeling the change of the season now.
It is the feeling that profited a little.
Nekogahora rues de Nagoya et Yokohama Atsugi promenade
