A Weathered Skeleton In Windy Fields Of

The Moon And Sun Are Travelers Through Eternity. Even The Years Wander On. Whether Drifting Through Life On A Boat Or Climbing Toward Old Age Leading A Horse, Each Day Is A Journey, And The Journey Itself Is Home.

The Old Pond, Ah! A Frog Jumps In: The Water's Sound.

First Snow-falling-on The Half-finished Bridge.

Sadly, I Part From You; Like A Clam Torn From Its Shell, I Go, And Autumn Too.

Mountain-rose Petals Falling, Falling, Falling Now... Waterfall Music