Collecting All The Rains Of May The

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.

Just Washed, How Chill The White Leeks!

Between Our Two Lives There Is Also The Life Of The Cherry Blossom.

Not To Think Of Yourself / As Someone Who Did Not Count -- / Festival Of The Souls.

Year's End Still In Straw Hat And Sandals