Year By Year, The Monkey's Mask Reveals

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

Make The Universe Your Companion, Always Bearing In Mind The True Nature Of Things-mountains And Rivers, Trees And Grasses, And Humanity-and Enjoy The Falling Blossoms And The Scattering Leaves.

My Body, Now Close To Fifty Years Of Age, Has Become An Old Tree That Bears Bitter Peaches, A Snail Which Has Lost Its Shell, A Bagworm Separated From Its Bag; It Drifts With The Winds And Clouds That Know No Destination. Morning And Night I Have Eaten Traveler's Fare, And Have Held Out For Alms A Pilgrim's Wallet.

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

Come, Butterfly It's Late- We've Miles To Go Together.