Year's End, All Corners Of This Floating

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

The Basis Of Art Is Change In The Universe.

Spring Rain Leaking Through The Roof Dripping From The Wasps' Nest.

Seek On High Bare Trails Sky-reflecting Violets... Mountain-top Jewels

Nothing In The Cry Of Cicadas Suggests They Are About To Die