Talk:Tsuneyoshi Washuu/@comment-173.59.18.209-20160702181525

He, is Ainu His eyebrows sparkling His white beard hangs down his chest The thatched mats, spread outside of his chise Spread softly, His splendid attos He polishes, crossed-legged, his makiri With eyes completely absorbed He is Ainu The god of Ainu Mosir, Ae-oine Kamuy, Descendant of Okikurumi He perishes, A living corpse The summer’s day The white sunlight, Unabushi Ends simply through his breath alone. Autumn…