Felling A Tree And Gazing At The

Sadly, I Part From You; Like A Clam Torn From Its Shell, I Go, And Autumn Too.

Just Washed, How Chill The White Leeks!

The Oak Tree: Not Interested In Cherry Blossoms.

A Thicket Of Summer Grass / Is All That Remains / Of The Dreams Of Ancient Warriors.

There Is Nothing You Can See That Is Not A Flower; There Is Nothing You Can Think That Is Not The Moon.