Felling A Tree And Gazing

Do Not Resemble Me-never Be Like A Musk Melon Cut In Two Identical Halves.

Poverty's Child - He Starts To Grind The Rice, And Gazes At The Moon.

If I Had The Knack I'd Sing Like Cherry Flakes Falling

Year's End, All Corners Of This Floating World, Swept.

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