其のsono日hiはha一日nichi淋しいsabishiiペンPENのno音otoをwo聞いkiiてte暮しkurashiたta。其のsono間maにniはha折々oriori千代chiyo々々とto云うiu声koeもmo聞えkikoeたta。文鳥bunchouもmo淋しいsabishiiからkara鳴くnakuのnoでdeはhaなかろnakaroうuかkaとto考えkangaeたta。然しshikashi縁側engawaへhe出deてte見るmiruとto、二本honのno留りtomari木の間konomaをwo、彼方kanataへhe飛んtonだりdari、此方へhe飛んtonだりdari、絶間taemaなくnaku行きikiつtsu戻りmodoriつtsuしshiてteいるiru。少しsukoshiもmo不平fuheiらしいrashii様子yousuはhaなかっnakaたta。 I spent that day listening to the lonely scrapings of a pen. During that time, from time to time, I heard a Java sparrow twittering. It occurred to me that maybe Java sparrows twitter out of loneliness too. I walked out to the veranda to see. Nevertheless, flying to and fro between two perches busily and incessantly, it did not show the slightest hint of grievance.