Sadly, I Part From You; Like A

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

All My Friends / Viewing The Moon – / An Ugly Bunch.

There Came A Day When The Clouds Drifting Along With The Wind Aroused A Wanderlust In Me, And I Set Off On A Journey To Roam Along The Seashores

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

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