It is fine today. The wind does not blow. It is a relatively warm day.
We have fate to live in this world.
We make schedules every day and live busily. The act feels a definite aim, but learns the disappointment.
The time when it is lost in the enhancement.
And time passes in no time and we get old and retire from the society.
We take a walk every day while protecting the body which did not move here and there.
An everlasting instant exists there.
Substantial time in the disappointment.
Private jokes and solemn reality.
All of us are contractors of this space.
Nekogahora rues de Nagoya et Yokohama Atsugi promenade
