Spring Rain Leaking Through The Roof Dripping

Sabi Is The Color Of Haikai. It Is Different From Tranquility. For Example, If An Old Man Dresses Up In Armor And Helmet And Goes To The Battlefield, Or In Colorful Brocade Kimono, Attending (his Lord) At A Banquet, [sabi] Is Like This Old Figure.

With Every Gust Of Wind, The Butterfly Changes Its Place On The Willow.

Real Poetry, Is To Lead A Beautiful Life. To Live Poetry Is Better Than To Write It.

When I Speak My Lips Feel Cold - The Autumn Wind.

Orchidbreathing Incense Into Butterfly's Wings