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

Even In Kyoto/hearing The Cuckoo's Cry/i Long For Kyoto

If I Had The Knack I'd Sing Like Cherry Flakes Falling

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

Year's End Still In Straw Hat And Sandals

When I Speak My Lips Feel Cold - The Autumn Wind.