The countryside… In the night with rural paddy fieldsOnce you go out at night, silence wraps aroundOccasionally on a wavesful day, from the beachThe sound of the wave where a violent wave strikes the beachIt is carried by the wind and it comes to be heardIt is quiet on all other daysUntil the rainy season when the rain frog starts to cryCountry night is serenely lonely in the tranquilityI want to hear the voice of the night owlWhile holding such feelingsToday as we go furtherLiving with my son soon to enter the dormitorymiss The atmosphere of the night will change, too ... The poet ~ Now person ...
In the night with rural paddy fieldsOnce you go out at night, silence wraps aroundOccasionally on a wavesful day, from the beachThe sound of the wave where a violent wave strikes the beachIt is carried by the wind and it comes to be heardIt is quiet on all other daysUntil the rainy season when the rain frog starts to cryCountry night is serenely lonely in the tranquilityI want to hear the voice of the night owlWhile holding such feelingsToday as we go furtherLiving with my son soon to enter the dormitorymiss The atmosphere of the night will change, too ... The poet ~ Now person ...
