homelessness

"Oh, there are the blossoms, or lives, between the huge waves in the ocean..."
I found a man sleeping in the median of Route 41 at Marutamachi, Nagoya.
It was a rainy day, a few years ago.

But this morning, I remembered him,
and I remembered a Japanese popular song Kyoudai Bune of TOBA, Ichiro.
Everyone can be such situation suddenly.
I strongly feel so.