Maybe somewhere

　　　I feel something of soft touch.
　　　The voice of the time. The snowy beating. The ancestral soul.

　　　The words cannot get them.

　　　The temple is covered with a silver hat.

　　　There were them there all the time from the ancient times.
　　　They have been living while protecting something.

　　　It is the life.

　　　The lovely hometown.
　　　The long history. And short breath.

　　　Please watching over us.


　　　Here is Shirakawa village, Gifu Prefecture.



　　　山里は冬ぞ寂しさまさりける　　人目も草もかれぬと思へば
　　　　源宗于　(？－939)　　古今集315番、百人一首28番、三十六人撰97番

　　　Loneliness adds to the mountain village still more during winter.　　The person and grass wither away.　　　
　　　　Minamoto no Muneyuki　(？－939)　Kokin Wakashū No.315, Hyakunin Isshu No.28, Thirty-six Poetry Immortals No.97



　　　絵の中に　　入るや山家の　　雪景色
　　　　向井　去来　 (1651 - 1704)

　　　In a picture　　express mountain lodges?　　deep snow scenery　　
　　　　Mukai Kyorai　 (1651 - 1704)