哀歌ー春三句

 

不眠とカントと悠々遊ばん浅き春

云う通り哀しくしとと沈丁花

ほら々々忘れてあまねく二月尽

A leisurely stroll through the early spring
with insomnia and Kant.

As they say, the wintersweet is sad.

Look, I've forgotten everything, and February is over.