How I Long To See Among Dawn

An Autumn Night - Don’t Think Your Life Didn’t Matter.

Poverty's Child - He Starts To Grind The Rice, And Gazes At The Moon.

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

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

With Every Gust Of Wind, The Butterfly Changes Its Place On The Willow.