The Train Came Out Of The Long

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.

Cosmic Time Is The Same For Everyone, But Human Time Differs With Each Person. Time Flows In The Same Way For All Human Beings; Every Human Being Flows Through Time In A Different Way.

A Child Walked By, Rolling A Metal Hoop That Made A Sound Of Autumn.

Now, Even More Than The Evening Before, He Could Think Of No One With Whom To Compare Her. She Had Become Absolute, Beyond Comparison. She Had Become Decision And Fate.

The True Joy Of A Moonlit Night Is Something We No Longer Understand. Only The Men Of Old, When There Were No Lights, Could Understand The True Joy Of A Moonlit Night.