The Sea Darkens And A Wild Duck

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

Calm And Serene The Sound Of A Cicada Penetrates The Rock.

Old Pond, Frog Jumps In - Plop.

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

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