I Am One Who Eats Breakfast Gazing

From All These Trees, In The Salads, The Soup, Everywhere, Cherry Blossoms Fall.

When I Speak My Lips Feel Cold - The Autumn Wind.

Come, See The True Flowers Of This Pained World.

Ballet In The Air... Twin Butterflies Until, Twice White They Meet, They Mate

Along My Journey / Through This Transitory World, / New Year's Housecleaning.