How I long to see among dawn flowers, the face of God.
The sea darkens And a wild duck s call Is faintly white.
Sadly, I part from you; Like a clam torn from its shell, I go, and autumn too.
This autumn- why am I growing old? bird disappearing among clouds.
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