When I picture his face in my mind, my heart warms.

He was reminiscing about his distant hometown.

His countenance was very bright.

He experienced that suffering in a fleeting moment.

He is always a person who acts with consideration for people.

His plan fell right into just as someone planned.

He interpreted his own haiku using the technique of writing and exegesis of one's own haiku.

I meditate at a nearby temple every weekend.

The music penetrated his heart.

My father is very interested in the history of old Japan.