In the cherry blossom's shade there's no such thing as a stranger.
In the city fields Contemplating cherry-trees... Strangers are like friends
Don't kill!... The fly is asking you To save his life By rubbing his hands together
Moon, plum blossoms, this, that, and the day goes
O snail Climb Mount Fuji But slowly, slowly!
Red morning sky - snail, are you glad of it?