And I Can't Complain. After All, Only

And I Can't Complain. After All, Only Women Are Able Really To Love.

The Road Was Frozen. The Village Lay Quiet Under The Cold Sky. Komako Hitched Up The Skirt Of Her Kimono And Tucked It Into Her Obi. The Moon Shone Like A Blade Frozen In Blue Ice.

But A Haiku By Buson Came Into His Mind: 'i Try To Forget This Senile Love; A Chilly Autumn Shower.' The Gloom Only Grew Denser.

Lunatics Have No Age. If We Were Crazy, You And I, We Might Be A Great Deal Younger.

They Were Words That Came Out Of Nothing, But They Seemed To Him Somehow Significant. He Muttered Them Over Again.