April's air stirs in Willow-leaves...a butterfly Floats and balances
From all these trees, in the salads, the soup, everywhere, cherry blossoms fall.
Poverty's child - he starts to grind the rice, and gazes at the moon.
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
No matter where your interest lies, you will not be able to accomplish anything unless you bring your deepest devotion to it.