Spring gusts pick up dirt - 'Frisco leavings, toxic waste. Mask feels good on face! Tokyo has no trees: I wonder how we still breathe? My cactus works hard!
None of us can breathe: This is the time of no air! Open the window! Yet I do not dare This springtime fails to comfort: Wind pulls at my hair.
Ichi ban
Honto?! Domo!
Dōitashimashite!
I spent a few liberties in Japan as a sailor, and we youngsters all started using such phrases with each other.
That is so sweet that you guys learnt some Japanese! I bet “kompai” was in the vocab list!
oh yeah! still use it…
If Japanese grandpa were still alive with us, that would please him greatly, Ron.
I was 19 and 20 when there, in Yokosuka, Tokyo, Iwakuni, Beppu, Sasebo, Kobe…
Asahi biru, takusan. The experience is always with me. Much respect for Japanese culture and ways.