When we were sad , when we were melancholy, we often looked up at the sky.
A blue sky, a cloud let our heart soften.
When we were lonely, when we were sorrowful, we often went to a forest.
Leaves and a trunk of a huge tree let our heart soften.
when we were happy, when we were glad, we ran in hills and fields.
Songs recalled the memory that he communed with nature in childhood.
Toru Takeda |