Come, Butterfly It's Late- We've Miles To

Come Out To View / The Truth Of Flowers Blooming / In Poverty.

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

This Autumn- Why Am I Growing Old? Bird Disappearing Among Clouds.

There Came A Day When The Clouds Drifting Along With The Wind Aroused A Wanderlust In Me, And I Set Off On A Journey To Roam Along The Seashores

Learn How To Listen As Things Speak For Themselves.