Fresh Spring! / The World Is Only

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

Ballet In The Air... Twin Butterflies Until, Twice White They Meet, They Mate

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

Between Our Two Lives There Is Also The Life Of The Cherry Blossom.

Sadly, I Part From You; Like A Clam Torn From Its Shell, I Go, And Autumn Too.