Hut of yupi

A crow drives a kite away, baby crows waiting in the nest

Strolling along the windy beach, your cheek taste salty

children in rain coats popping out of the green tunnel, the rain stopped

Look at the sky though the cherry tree, gloomy mood vapors

In cold weather go by the blooming cherry tree with my shoulders hunched

Bursting cherry buds startled with sudden coldness