This Autumn- Why Am I

Between Our Two Lives There Is Also The Life Of The Cherry Blossom.

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

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

Winter Solitude- In A World Of One Colour The Sound Of The Wind.

There Is Nothing You Can See That Is Not A Flower; There Is Nothing You Can Think That Is Not The Moon.