At The Ancient Pond The Frog Plunges

I Felt Quite At Home, / As If It Were Mine Sleeping Lazily / In This House Of Fresh Air.

Orchidbreathing Incense Into Butterfly's Wings

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

Old Pond, Leap-splash - A Frog.

The Oak Tree: Not Interested In Cherry Blossoms.