Sadly, I part from you; Like a clam torn from its shell, I go, and autumn too.
There came a day when the clouds drifting along with the wind aroused a wanderlust in me, and I set off on a journey to roam along the seashores
Twilight whippoorwill... Whistle on, sweet deepener Of dark loneliness
Spring rain conveyed under the trees in drops.
Not to think of yourself / as someone who did not count -- / Festival of the Souls.
The basis of art is change in the universe.