A Flute With No Holes Is Not

Harvest Moon: Around The Pond I Wander And The Night Is Gone.

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

Every Moment Of Life Is The Last, Every Poem Is A Death Poem.

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

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