A Flute With No Holes Is Not

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

From The Pine Tree, Learn Of The Pine Tree; And From The Bamboo, Of The Bamboo

Learn How To Listen As Things Speak For Themselves.

Nothing In The Cry Of Cicadas Suggests They Are About To Die

I Hope To Have Gathered To Repay Your Kindness The Willow Leaves Scattered In The Garden.