The circular sunrise
raised by the golden wind of Ehime.

The customary desert of the elementary school
now placed as a treasure
on the cold table of Tokyo.

Gently and carefully,
the sunrise bloomed
with the petals like the sunlight
just like the day I left my hometown.

One by one,
I smell and taste
my hometown
where I no longer belong to.

But the sourness of the sunrise,
still gently welcomes my return.

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