Come, See The True Flowers Of This

From All These Trees, In The Salads, The Soup, Everywhere, Cherry Blossoms Fall.

All My Friends / Viewing The Moon – / An Ugly Bunch.

A Weathered Skeleton In Windy Fields Of Memory, Piercing Like A Knife.

The Moon And Sun Are Travelers Through Eternity. Even The Years Wander On. Whether Drifting Through Life On A Boat Or Climbing Toward Old Age Leading A Horse, Each Day Is A Journey, And The Journey Itself Is Home.

Along My Journey / Through This Transitory World, / New Year's Housecleaning.