The cry of the cuckoo, filled the quiet forest.

The cry of the cuckoo was echoing in the night sky.

Migratory birds move seasonally while observing the beautiful scenery of Japan.

He is really a forgetful person, always forgetting names.

He swung the long sword with birds' heads carved on the pommel.

I was able to find a red-billed leiothrix in the park.

Yesterday, I watched 'Sleeping Beauty' at the movie theater.

He is poorly versed in koto, chess, calligraphy, and painting.

He is good at playing the music box.

He was fascinated by the beautiful tone of the Silla-kin.