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[Japanease]
Parking bicycles close together,autumn leaves fall.The dandiest streets in Tokyo are in Harajuku and Omotesando in Tokyo where open-air cafes, fashionable boutiques, and cute notion shops line the streets.On a beautiful cool Sunday, two bicycles are parked under the keyaki tree with its falling leaves. One bicycle is for men and the other for women.Perhaps they belong to a couple of sweethearts who live in the vicinity.Whether they are shopping or enjoying their tea at a cafe, the owners of the bicycles cannot be seen. But, from the way these two bicycles are parked, I imagine that they are a loving couple. Furthermore, because they came to Harajuku on their bicycles, they must be a casual and active couple.
[season word] autumn leaves fall Wintry wind, a light is lit in the candy house.While I was walking at dusk in the wintry wind, I noticed a decorated candy house in a window. And there was a light in the little candy house as if someone lived in it. This gives the passerby a nostalgic feeling as they pause to peer into this cute little candy house.Everyone is in a hurry to go back to his or her warm home. But the little light gives everyone such a warm feeling that they stop to look. And then, in this peaceful state of mind, everyone hurries toward the light of his or her own home.
[season word] wintry wind Swans sleep as if they are praying.Swans give us a sense of purity and nobility with their snow-white figures. When swans sleep with their eyes closed, their necks curled up, their heads buried deep into their bodies, they look as if they are completely absorbed in praying to god.The forms in which animals sleep in the severe natural world seems to be in the hands of god. Accepting gracefully the severity of nature's power, swans live their lives beautifully and elegantly. Protecting their bodies with thin layers of feathers, swans seem to know that they, too, are god's creation and protected by the mercy of god.
[season word] swans Drizzling rain, sound of weaving is longing for someone.aangc, shururuc, baangc., shururuc. We cannot see it, but we can hear the sound of a hand weaving machine. It is said that weaving is one of women's winter tasks. While waiting for their husbands, sons or future husbands, women sit and weave one woof at a time. The sounds of weaving speak of longing for someone, waiting for a warm spring, or lonely desolation.As if to follow the mood of weaving, it begins to drizzle in the village. The cold intermittent drizzling rain increases the women's loneliness.
[season word] drizzling rain translated by Mineko Azuma
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