My Japanese Story Is a Bit Sweet

　　 Saturday, June 12th, Asakusa Shrine.

　　 There was a heavy rainstorm all day yesterday. Today the rain is much smaller, but it hasn’t stopped. The sky is still gloomy.

　　 The breeze mixed with drizzle, washed the white stone and blue tiles extremely clear, and the milky white mist of the ancient shrine was looming, like the Yuyu Qiong Palace floating in the sky.

　　 A handsome middle-aged man wearing a simple priestly uniform is sitting on the corridor, counting the rooms

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