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

Awakened At Midnight By The Sound Of The Water Jar Cracking From The Ice

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

Sabi Is The Color Of Haikai. It Is Different From Tranquility. For Example, If An Old Man Dresses Up In Armor And Helmet And Goes To The Battlefield, Or In Colorful Brocade Kimono, Attending (his Lord) At A Banquet, [sabi] Is Like This Old Figure.

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

Not To Think Of Yourself / As Someone Who Did Not Count -- / Festival Of The Souls.