How Much I Desire! Inside My Little

Clapping My Hands With The Echoes The Summer Moon Begins To Dawn.

I Hope To Have Gathered To Repay Your Kindness The Willow Leaves Scattered In The Garden.

At The Ancient Pond The Frog Plunges Into The Sound Of Water

A Weathered Skeleton In Windy Fields Of Memory, Piercing Like A Knife.

A Flute With No Holes Is Not A Flute.