All My Friends / Viewing The Moon

The Moon Is Brighter Since The Barn Burned.

I Felt Quite At Home, / As If It Were Mine Sleeping Lazily / In This House Of Fresh Air.

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.

First Snow-falling-on The Half-finished Bridge.

This Autumn- Why Am I Growing Old? Bird Disappearing Among Clouds.