Sadly, I Part From You; Like A

Collecting All The Rains Of May The Swift Mogami River.

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

Seek On High Bare Trails Sky-reflecting Violets... Mountain-top Jewels

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

Fresh Spring! / The World Is Only Nine Days Old - / These Fields And Mountains!