Why So Scrawny, Cat? Starving For Fat

Come, See The True Flowers Of This Pained World.

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

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

No Matter Where Your Interest Lies, You Will Not Be Able To Accomplish Anything Unless You Bring Your Deepest Devotion To It.

Year's End Still In Straw Hat And Sandals