Well, or rather, since it's a blog, when I sit down in front of the computer, I don't know what to write... That's right. First, I'll briefly introduce myself. I am...
There was a hungry ghost called Amanjaku
Head and heart twisted, teeth grinding, smiling with clenched jaws, so as not to be found out
So as not to be laughed at, he made others laugh and acted foolishly
The world he saw in front of him was always beyond the wall, and beyond the wall he reached for
What they found was my middle finger, only the tip peeking out
I decided not to cross the wall, with the wall at my back, I started to walk, and then
Died and was born, born and died, again and again
Then, it was made, I was waiting, delicious and tasty miso soup
A slight smile was visible on the surface of the soup
Going outside, walking a path I never imagined, things I've felt and am feeling, I'd be happy if I could write something