I gazed upon this flimsy wall expecting to see a mirror-like space on the other side, but when I finally managed to peer inside, all I saw was a tiny empty space.
(日本語は下に) Come to think of it, I wonder when I started to feel a sense of elegance when I see red and white plum blossoms. When it was no big deal to carry my skis and visit ski resorts in northen and then middle Japan, I used to take naps on benches on the platform at Otari Village Station at Nagano in the middle of winter, but I would freeze to death if I did it now. I should be aware that I am no longer young, since I have come to take a break by viewing the warm plum blossoms. Just as spring comes after repeated cycles of warm and cold weather, the passage of time changes the way I see things.