Every Moment Of Life Is The Last,

If I Had The Knack I'd Sing Like Cherry Flakes Falling

Mountain-rose Petals Falling, Falling, Falling Now... Waterfall Music

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.

Breaking The Silence Of An Ancient Pond, A Frog Jumped Into Water - A Deep Resonance.

My Body, Now Close To Fifty Years Of Age, Has Become An Old Tree That Bears Bitter Peaches, A Snail Which Has Lost Its Shell, A Bagworm Separated From Its Bag; It Drifts With The Winds And Clouds That Know No Destination. Morning And Night I Have Eaten Traveler's Fare, And Have Held Out For Alms A Pilgrim's Wallet.