Reflected in the dragonfly's eye -- mountains.

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

Here I'm here- the snow falling.

The world of dew is the world of dew. And yet, and yet--

Listen, all creeping things, the bell of transience.

Don't kill!... The fly is asking you To save his life By rubbing his hands together

There is no stranger under the cherry tree.