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
Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.
With every gust of wind, the butterfly changes its place on the willow.
The moon is brighter since the barn burned.
Just washed, How chill The white leeks!
Come out to view / the truth of flowers blooming / in poverty.