Trees on the street
Every green shade
is for passers-by
Silently stretched out
The horizon Clouds
In hot weather
Sending timely rain
Comforting children to sleep
Truck drivers
delivering goods Visiting thousands of households
Never taking a break
Smiling with a dusty face
Cleaners
Collecting garbage piece by piece
It is only in urban communities
that flowers bloom beautifully
I often ask myself
Rather than being in a daze
Why don’t you pick up a pen
Write something meaningful
There are no words written by Chiaki
There is no need to leave Chiaki with a bad reputation
Self-cultivation
Be a moral person