Every moment of life is the last, every poem is a death poem.
An autumn night - don’t think your life didn’t matter.
If I had the knack I'd sing like Cherry flakes falling
Along my journey / through this transitory world, / new year's housecleaning.
There is nothing you can see that is not a flower; there is nothing you can think that is not the moon.
How I long to see among dawn flowers, the face of God.