In Uji, on the outskirts of Kyoto, a quiet and serene street,
Even in the morning, the bakery is bustling to greet the groups of customers.
From afar, easily finding, 'cause of the aroma of greasy and sweet.
They go embracing joy and not a bundle of breads but laughters.
(29th, May,2023. Kinsley Lee)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem