On the Death of his Child Dew Evaporates And all our world is dew...so dear, So fresh, so fleeting
Reflected in the dragonfly's eye -- mountains.
O snail Climb Mount Fuji But slowly, slowly!
The world of dew is the world of dew. And yet, and yet--
Here I'm here- the snow falling.
Face of the spring moon- about twelve years old, I'd say.