Giddy grasshopper Take care...do not leap and crush These pearls of dewdrop
Here I'm here- the snow falling.
Carrying a poppy he passes through the quarrel.
Don't kill!... The fly is asking you To save his life By rubbing his hands together
Face of the spring moon- about twelve years old, I'd say.
In the cherry blossom's shade there's no such thing as a stranger.