"Three children, walking forward side by side, I hugged your legs, you held my hand, put a white flower on your chest, and put a glass of sake into my mouth. A child, crying, walked forward, no one was holding him, afraid that he would get lost. The road was long in the dark night, and there were no children. He was smiling when he came, but the wind was sad when he left."
Intention: A day's plan begins in the morning