I Am One Who Eats Breakfast Gazing

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

Awakened At Midnight By The Sound Of The Water Jar Cracking From The Ice

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

The Oak Tree: Not Interested In Cherry Blossoms.

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