Harvest Moon: Around The Pond I Wander

Year's End Still In Straw Hat And Sandals

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

Nothing In The Cry Of Cicadas Suggests They Are About To Die

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

All My Friends / Viewing The Moon – / An Ugly Bunch.