I bought a new notebook at the 100-yen shop.

My grandmother has become a centenarian.

Hyakuju is my best friend.

He is a veteran warrior who has overcome any difficulties.

Rumors are spreading that he is the culprit, but there must be some reason because 'where there's smoke, there's fire.'

He took his failure as 'don't cry over spilt milk'.

The forest where I stand is filled with silence and beauty.

The fragrance of the sweet osmanthus is spreading throughout the garden.

On nights when the 'katsura flower' (a euphemism for the moon) shines beautifully, I feel special.

Snowflakes are piling up on the window glass, creating a beautiful scenery.