home > tanka The sun shines down through a small gap in the clouds a moment before dusk. The evening breeze will scatter this little pile of leaves. Even here among high mountains the path runs in the valley. Whichever way I look my view somehow obscured. The hills have been denuded to rob bandits of their cover. Where can my heart hide now from day's piercing light? Cherry viewing season passes here so quickly. Wasn't it just yesterday, this memory of my youth? Earthworm, earth passes through you passing through the earth. The day draws ever closer when you and I are one.