Where there are humans, You'll find flies, And Buddhas.

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

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

There is no stranger under the cherry tree.

In the cherry blossom's shade there's no such thing as a stranger.

Not gifted with genius but honestly holding his experiences deep in his heart, he kept his simplicity and humanity.

Here I'm here- the snow falling.