“In the city fields Contemplating cherry-trees...Strangers are like friends”
“In the cherry blossom's shadethere's no such thingas a stranger.”
“I'd like to dividemyself in order to see,among these mountains,each and every flowerof every cherry tree.”
“I was in an empty field when I came across a tree. This tree was full of white blossoms and succulent cherries. The sun was shining and the breeze was blowing—everything was lovely. I looked back at the tree and its pure white blossoms were stained with blood. I gazed down in front of me, in horror, as a wooden cross marked the place of a small dirty mound.”
“Under a cherry tree, all burdens of life fly away!”
“[Cities] are not like suburbs, only denser. They differ from towns and suburbs in basic ways, and one of these is that cities are, by definition, full of strangers.”