This Autumn- Why Am I Growing Old?

Breaking The Silence Of An Ancient Pond, A Frog Jumped Into Water - A Deep Resonance.

The Haiku That Reveals Seventy To Eighty Percent Of Its Subject Is Good. Those That Reveal Fifty To Sixty Percent, We Never Tire Of.

Sabi Is The Color Of Haikai. It Is Different From Tranquility. For Example, If An Old Man Dresses Up In Armor And Helmet And Goes To The Battlefield, Or In Colorful Brocade Kimono, Attending (his Lord) At A Banquet, [sabi] Is Like This Old Figure.

First Snow-falling-on The Half-finished Bridge.

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