Spring Rain Conveyed Under The Trees In

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

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

Felling A Tree And Gazing At The Cut End - Tonight's Moon

Don't Imitate Me / We Are Not Two Halves / Of A Muskmelon.

I Am One Who Eats Breakfast Gazing At Morning Glories.