The old pond, ah! A frog jumps in: The water's sound.
Between our two lives there is also the life of the cherry blossom.
Without bitterest cold that penetrates to the very bone, how can plum blossoms send forth their fragrance all over the world?
Ballet in the air... Twin butterflies until, twice white They Meet, they mate
Farewell, my old fan. / Having scribbled on it, / What could I do but tear it / At the end of summer?
No matter where your interest lies, you will not be able to accomplish anything unless you bring your deepest devotion to it.