KEIKO KOMA net

14 Apr. 2011

Towards the east

I passed through a road lined with cherry blossom trees and left Kyoto. The view of the mountains and atmosphere changed and the eastern sea was seen. There was a nostalgic smell of spring sea that made me recall that I had been there many times with my father. Also I remember having visited the platform fields with my mother. A special aroma made me acknowledge that my ancestors should have walked through here. As soon as the view of the sea came into my eyes, the beautiful Mt. Fuji was seen. It looked like floating in Heaven among spring mists. I shed tears as it has always been with us and encouraged Japanese people as it did me today . Its beautiful and brave shape seemed to tell me that we would live on all together under any difficult circumstances. This mountain was indeed living at the heart of every Japanese person. I prayed that it would remain beautiful as it was forever.

It was a time to take brave action.
Now.
Now.
The beautiful image of Japan should be eternal.
Authentic aroma brought us
The truth to distinguish the truth from the false so that
Only the truth would be left with us.