(no subject)
in search of a new land
let's build a new house
by neatly gathering hay
to thatch the roof
at the stone walls
let's celebrate the golden house
that was built
by a hundred carpenters
August draws near
but I have nothing to wear
I want to dress up
brothers, lend me a sleeve
I want to dress the children and those I love
with the single kimono I own
I will wear vines
that I picked deep within the mountains