When I was little

When I was small

I made a room with the reed of Kawahara and played.

Now there is no child to play like that

On the beach, take out the tree that I went up to the sea

We gathered and cooked shellfish and eaten well

In the harbor take the red cinnamon and go to the town for sale

In the mountain I dug a yam and also eat Akebi

Nature's play is next to danger

Now only children who do not even play like that

I do not even know playing in the real sense

             A poet ~ Now person ...