Essay,Poem,and Words

Is there a purpose to live? Can you assert it is? Might these kind of things thinking be only man?

Here, the electric wave of PHS does not enter. The wind is comfortable. Port Tower towers in the presence. In the ear, the melody that Ozaki Ami's MD is comfortable is played.

The gloomy weather until yesterday changes radically, and fine weather. Feelings that the smell of the tide is missed at the summer vacation are revived.

One cloud blue sky which not is like blowing and having torn feelings not dressed to her. People walk happily. The voice which the peddler calls in the distance sounds.

Two three sparrows are playing in the presence.

I wonder about what they on the whole think. It is likely not to think about anything. Still, it is alive. And, I am alive, too.

Only time passes slowly, and the afternoon of summer of which it clears up. (1997.7.19)