Even In Kyoto/hearing The Cuckoo's Cry/i Long

Spring Rain Conveyed Under The Trees In Drops.

From The Pine Tree, Learn Of The Pine Tree; And From The Bamboo, Of The Bamboo

Winter Solitude- In A World Of One Colour The Sound Of The Wind.

Do Not Resemble Me-never Be Like A Musk Melon Cut In Two Identical Halves.

Year By Year, The Monkey's Mask Reveals The Monkey