Even if I spread my arms wide,
I can't fly through the sky,
but still the little bird who flies
can't run on the ground as fast as I.
Even if I shake my body about
no pretty sound comes out,
but still, the tinkling bell
doesn't know as many songs as I.
Bell, bird, and I,
we're all different, and that's just fine.
About Misuzu Uta
“Giving color to beautiful poems”
This project takes beautiful works from a hundred years ago by Misuzu Kaneko, an author of poems that speak to both young and old, and translates them into visual designs.