Don't kill!... The fly is asking you To save his life By rubbing his hands together
Reflected in the dragonfly's eye -- mountains.
before the gate -- my walking stick's made a river of melting snow
Listen, all creeping things, the bell of transience.
The world of dew is the world of dew. And yet, and yet--
On the Death of his Child Dew Evaporates And all our world is dew...so dear, So fresh, so fleeting