In order to understand his feelings, I had a deep conversation with him.

God only knows what he is thinking.

He always thinks the grass is greener on the other side.

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.

She loves the scent of jasmine flowers.

This dish has a faint aroma of oregano.

She's always been the 'dango instead of flowers' type.

The peach blossoms are blooming, and I can feel the arrival of spring.