April's Air Stirs In Willow-leaves...a Butterfly Floats

Year By Year, The Monkey's Mask Reveals The Monkey

Farewell, My Old Fan. / Having Scribbled On It, / What Could I Do But Tear It / At The End Of Summer?

Friends Part Foreverwild Geese Lost In Cloud

With Every Gust Of Wind, The Butterfly Changes Its Place On The Willow.

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