Between our two lives there is also the life of the cherry blossom.
Come, see the true flowers of this pained world.
Even in Kyoto/Hearing the cuckoo's cry/I long for Kyoto
Clapping my hands with the echoes the summer moon begins to dawn.
Winter solitude- in a world of one colour the sound of the wind.
Seek on high bare trails Sky-reflecting violets... Mountain-top jewels