The Basis Of Art Is Change In

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

Mountain-rose Petals Falling, Falling, Falling Now... Waterfall Music

Come Out To View / The Truth Of Flowers Blooming / In Poverty.

Spring Rain Leaking Through The Roof Dripping From The Wasps' Nest.

The Temple Bell Stops But I Still Hear The Sound Coming Out Of The Flowers.