Summer Grasses — All That Remains Of

Farewell, My Old Fan. / Having Scribbled On It, / What Could I Do But Tear It / At The End Of Summer?

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

An Autumn Night - Don’t Think Your Life Didn’t Matter.

Learn How To Listen As Things Speak For Themselves.

Sitting Quietly, Doing Nothing, Spring Comes, And The Grass Grows, By Itself.