Though I recollect it there is only a square hole there Since I intended to forget it, I've really forgot it
I have received a postcard which was blank, no the name of the sender; only my name and my address were written on
have been thrown out into this world immediately, and, however, only death is seen in the future surely
I try counting aloud from one to one hundred. I've not gone out for the cherry blossoms viewing, but it's my life if I do seventy times of the flower viewing.
I look, I listen, I describe, and I draw pictures ---this world