The Moon Is Brighter Since The Barn

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

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

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

Just Washed, How Chill The White Leeks!

Now The Swinging Bridge Is Quieted With Creepers ... Like Our Tendrilled Life.