Inspector Kido

Anything is fine..... Honey drips, He polishes , cross-legged , His makiri with his eyes completely absorbed...  The thatched mats , spread outside of his chise , Spread softly on his splendid attos , His white beard , hangs down his chest... His eye-brows sparkling.. A living corpse he perishes , The summer day , The white sunlight , unabushi ends simply through his breath alone... It so pretty.... AUTUMN.