At The Ancient Pond The Frog Plunges

Spring Rain Leaking Through The Roof Dripping From The Wasps' Nest.

When I Speak My Lips Feel Cold - The Autumn Wind.

Year's End, All Corners Of This Floating World, Swept.

From All These Trees, In The Salads, The Soup, Everywhere, Cherry Blossoms Fall.

This Autumn- Why Am I Growing Old? Bird Disappearing Among Clouds.