田舎inakaでdeはha草kusaもmo木kiもmo石ishiもmo人間ningenくさいkusai呼吸kokyuuをwoしshiてte四方shihouからkara私watashiにni話しかけhanashikake私watashiにni取りすがるtorisugaruがga、都会tokaiでdeはhaぎっしりgisshiri詰まっtsumaたta満員man'in電車denshaのno乗客joukyakuでdeもmo川原kawaraのno石ころishikoroどうしdoushiのnoようyouにni黙っdamaてteめいめいmeimeiがga自分jibunのno事kotoをwo考えkangaeてteいるiru。 In the countryside, the breaths of the grass, the trees, and the rocks have the foul smell of humans. They call to me from all directions, and they cling to me. But in the city, even the passengers of a jam-packed train are as quiet as pebbles on the riverbed, and everyone is only thinking of themselves.