When I Speak My Lips Feel Cold

The Temple Bell Stops But I Still Hear The Sound Coming Out Of The Flowers.

Just Washed, How Chill The White Leeks!

Clapping My Hands With The Echoes The Summer Moon Begins To Dawn.

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

The Moon And Sun Are Travelers Through Eternity. Even The Years Wander On. Whether Drifting Through Life On A Boat Or Climbing Toward Old Age Leading A Horse, Each Day Is A Journey, And The Journey Itself Is Home.