Madoka Wada's Letter
Warm gentle breeze
The Smell of freshly cooked rice
Tingliness of Sichuan pepper on my tongue
The sky filled with whitish-pink flowers
The islands with rainbows
The humid hot air
The cold blue sky
The sweet and salty ikura
The simple yet rich soups
Walking on streets with open cans of beer
Picnics in parks
That chillness
That gentleness
Books only available in those stores
Fish of many kinds - dried, fried, or cured
Open minds, open arms
Some of my favorite things in the Asian countries and Pacific Islands
The Smell of freshly cooked rice
Tingliness of Sichuan pepper on my tongue
The sky filled with whitish-pink flowers
The islands with rainbows
The humid hot air
The cold blue sky
The sweet and salty ikura
The simple yet rich soups
Walking on streets with open cans of beer
Picnics in parks
That chillness
That gentleness
Books only available in those stores
Fish of many kinds - dried, fried, or cured
Open minds, open arms
Some of my favorite things in the Asian countries and Pacific Islands