The vivid colors of Ajisai flowers, which continue to change every time it rains, are flooding this aged, simple garden and are adding modest liveliness to the quiet greenness of it.
Like an old monk standing still in this gentle garden, the weathered stone lantern seems to be delightedly staring at the silent feast of the bright flowers and be listening to the joyful whispering of the fresh flowers which have just come into full bloom.
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