Come, See The True Flowers Of This

Do Not Seek To Follow In The Footsteps Of The Wise. Seek What They Sought.

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

April's Air Stirs In Willow-leaves...a Butterfly Floats And Balances

An Autumn Night - Don’t Think Your Life Didn’t Matter.

Around Existence Twine, (oh, Bridge That Hangs Across The Gorge!) Ropes Of Twisted Vine.