05-10-2006, 12:00 AM
All along this road
not a single soul - only
autumn evening
***
Whenever winds blow
the butterfly finds a new place
on the willow tree
***
In the season's rain
the crane's long legs
have suddenly shortened
not a single soul - only
autumn evening
***
Whenever winds blow
the butterfly finds a new place
on the willow tree
***
In the season's rain
the crane's long legs
have suddenly shortened

