Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.
Between our two lives there is also the life of the cherry blossom.
Mountain-rose petals Falling, falling, falling now... Waterfall music
Without bitterest cold that penetrates to the very bone, how can plum blossoms send forth their fragrance all over the world?
Clapping my hands with the echoes the summer moon begins to dawn.
Along my journey / through this transitory world, / new year's housecleaning.