Reflected in the dragonfly's eye -- mountains.

On the Death of his Child Dew Evaporates And all our world is dew...so dear, So fresh, so fleeting

Dry creek glimpsed by lightning

Summer night-- even the stars are whispering to each other.

before the gate -- my walking stick's made a river of melting snow

Reflected in the dragonfly's eye -- mountains.

What a strange thing! to be alive beneath cherry blossoms.