If I Had The Knack I'd Sing

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

The Old Pond, Ah! A Frog Jumps In: The Water's Sound.

Come, See The True Flowers Of This Pained World.

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

Poverty's Child - He Starts To Grind The Rice, And Gazes At The Moon.