きょうの詩。
The Rain of Grief
by Tadami Yamada
Belated rainy season has set in.
Crimson roses are in the rain.
The petals are falling now and then.
The rural blue perspective so deepen.
Being exposed to the rain,
A travelar thinks of his home,
Where he is absent from.
Holding sadness in his breast,
Does his travel continues forever?
The rain shades the distant forest.
Was it dyed such a grief color ever?
The travelar is standing.
He must be dreaming,
In this dimly light of the rain.
I blow a ground cherry quietly,
Seeing the travelar to disappear in rain.
He turns his pale face ahead firmly.
Belated rainy season has set in.
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