I am one who eats breakfast gazing at morning glories.
Sadly, I part from you; Like a clam torn from its shell, I go, and autumn too.
From all these trees, in the salads, the soup, everywhere, cherry blossoms fall.
Do not seek to follow in the footsteps of the wise. Seek what they sought.
The basis of art is change in the universe.
This autumn- why am I growing old? bird disappearing among clouds.