In the countryside, the breaths of the grass, the trees, and the rocks have the foul smell of humans. They call to me from all directions, and they cling to me. But in the city, even the passengers of a jam-packed train are as quiet as pebbles on the riverbed, and everyone is only thinking of themselves.
田舎では草も木も石も人間くさい呼吸をして四方から私に話しかけ私に取りすがるが、都会ではぎっしり詰まった満員電車の乗客でも川原の石ころどうしのように黙ってめいめいが自分の事を考えている。