The Old Pond, Ah! A Frog Jumps

I Am One Who Eats Breakfast Gazing At Morning Glories.

Don't Imitate Me / We Are Not Two Halves / Of A Muskmelon.

The Oak Tree: Not Interested In Cherry Blossoms.

April's Air Stirs In Willow-leaves...a Butterfly Floats And Balances

Even In Kyoto/hearing The Cuckoo's Cry/i Long For Kyoto