In the cherry blossom's shade there's no such thing as a stranger.
Here I'm here- the snow falling.
There is no stranger under the cherry tree.
O snail Climb Mount Fuji But slowly, slowly!
Arise from sleep, old cat, And with great yawns and stretchings... Amble out for love
On the Death of his Child Dew Evaporates And all our world is dew...so dear, So fresh, so fleeting