In the midst of tranquility, I found the poetry of Hibiya.

Stepping into Hibiya Park feels like entering a hidden oasis of serenity within the bustling city. Sunlight filters through the lush treetops, casting dappled shadows, while the gravel paths beneath my feet carry a hint of antiquity, guiding me forward in my exploration. By the lakeside, ducks move leisurely, occasionally disturbed by a gentle breeze that ripples the water, reflecting the surrounding red maples and green willows. The central flowerbed is in full bloom with seasonal flowers, their fragrance filling the air, creating a vivid oil painting. I pause on a bench, listening to the distant sound of a violin, carried by the breeze, as if narrating the soul and tenderness of this city. Walking through the verdant forest paths, I discover a quiet stone pavilion overlooking the entire park, feeling the harmonious resonance of nature and humanity. Hibiya Park is not just a park; it is a sanctuary for the soul. In this moment of tranquility, I find a fleeting sense of peace, as if the hustle and bustle of Tokyo has faded away, leaving only the resonance of nature and the soul.