Orchidbreathing Incense Into Butterfly's Wings

Every Day Is A Journey, And The Journey Itself Is Home.

I Hope To Have Gathered To Repay Your Kindness The Willow Leaves Scattered In The Garden.

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

Summer Grasses — All That Remains Of Great Soldiers' Imperial Dreams.

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