On a winter day with a north wind blowing, I felt the warmth of the kotatsu and my aunt's Mr./Ms. as I put down the brush. Yuko Shiraki
ʻOkú ke taʻu 18 nai?
(pe ko e taʻu motuʻa ʻo e konga lahi ʻo e ngaahi meʻa fakalao ʻi he feituʻu ʻoku ke maʻu mei ai ʻa e uepisaiti ko ʻeni)
ʻI hoʻo lomiʻi ʻi he "ʻOku ou loto ki ai", kuo ke lau pea mahino kiate koe ʻa e fakamatala ʻi ʻolunga.
ʻIkaiKātaki ʻo toe feinga ʻanai ange