Red morning sky - snail, are you glad of it?
Don't kill!... The fly is asking you To save his life By rubbing his hands together
On the Death of his Child Dew Evaporates And all our world is dew...so dear, So fresh, so fleeting
Don't weep, insects -- Lovers, stars themselves, Must part.
Here I'm here- the snow falling.
What a strange thing! to be alive beneath cherry blossoms.