This autumn- why am I growing old? bird disappearing among clouds.
Calm and serene The sound of a cicada Penetrates the rock.
With every gust of wind, the butterfly changes its place on the willow.
From all these trees, in the salads, the soup, everywhere, cherry blossoms fall.
On a bare branch a crow is perched - autumn evening
Do not resemble me-Never be like a musk melon Cut in two identical halves.