An Autumn Night - Don’t Think Your

Just Washed, How Chill The White Leeks!

Come, See The True Flowers Of This Pained World.

Year's End, All Corners Of This Floating World, Swept.

Winter Garden, The Moon Thinned To A Thread, Insects Singing.

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