Come Out To View / The Truth

O Cricket From Your Cherry Cry No One Would Ever Guess How Quickly You Must Die.

Spring Rain Leaking Through The Roof Dripping From The Wasps' Nest.

Even In Kyoto/hearing The Cuckoo's Cry/i Long For Kyoto

Come, See The True Flowers Of This Pained World.

Do Not Resemble Me-never Be Like A Musk Melon Cut In Two Identical Halves.