At the fiscal year’s end,
amidst the spring storm,

The surface trains lie defeated, paralyzed. Stranded souls seek refuge in dimly lit izakayas, Their frustrations echoing through narrow streets.

Yet here I stand, solitary, a can of beer in hand, Gazing upward at Tokyo’s crystal-clear night sky, Where a handful of stars twinkle freely. This is my luxury—a nocturnal stroll through the city.

The everyday fades away, and a new spring dawns.

Next week, our fresh stories will unfold.

Thank you all, as always. I love this world surely, to make a little belief.

carol of the bells

Santa Claus, please.
Just once more in the world,
Plant a Christmas tree.
May it become a beacon of hope,
illuminating the world in every hue imaginable.
— new tune from s-ikt “carol of the bells “.