From all these trees, in the salads, the soup, everywhere, cherry blossoms fall.
How much I desire! Inside my little satchel, the moon, and flowers
Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.
The basis of art is change in the universe.
The moon is brighter since the barn burned.
Sadly, I part from you; Like a clam torn from its shell, I go, and autumn too.