Moon, plum blossoms, this, that, and the day goes
In the cherry blossom's shade there's no such thing as a stranger.
The world of dew is the world of dew. And yet, and yet--
Dry creek glimpsed by lightning
O snail Climb Mount Fuji But slowly, slowly!
On the Death of his Child Dew Evaporates And all our world is dew...so dear, So fresh, so fleeting