The coldness brings the loneliness. This was written in Japanese in October 29, 1999, and was translated to English in May 3, 2004. This was rewritten in May 6, 2005. This was retranslated into English in Jun 20, 2016. To old edition
When I'm in my room by oneself at midnight, sounds of rains are heard like sighing through the thin walls.
			It probably had started to rain at the twilight hour. And, even now, it is raining like fog quietly and ceaselessly.    Really by what time would it stop raining ?
When it sees the street through the window, humble lamp of the telegraph pole,    giving off the orange colored light slightly, is floating into the darkness hazily.    It is the long rain of late fall. It feels the smell of cold wet slightly.
By any chance, it may come snowing soon. It feels the loneliness increasingly when it feels the coldness fall brings. It warms oneself, lighting a fire into the old stove.  So, it would defend me from the coldness for the moment though the quietness soaks into my heart, carrying the loneliness.
			Winter comes, soon. It's lonely winter.
Cotosiro