Winter Garden, The Moon Thinned To A

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.

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

The Old Pond, Ah! A Frog Jumps In: The Water's Sound.

There Came A Day When The Clouds Drifting Along With The Wind Aroused A Wanderlust In Me, And I Set Off On A Journey To Roam Along The Seashores

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