Orchidbreathing Incense Into Butterfly's Wings

Not To Think Of Yourself / As Someone Who Did Not Count -- / Festival Of The Souls.

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

Harvest Moon: Around The Pond I Wander And The Night Is Gone.

From The Pine Tree, Learn Of The Pine Tree; And From The Bamboo, Of The Bamboo

Twilight Whippoorwill... Whistle On, Sweet Deepener Of Dark Loneliness