Between our two lives there is also the life of the cherry blossom.
Come out to view / the truth of flowers blooming / in poverty.
Without bitterest cold that penetrates to the very bone, how can plum blossoms send forth their fragrance all over the world?
Summer grasses — all that remains of great soldiers' imperial dreams.
Even in Kyoto/Hearing the cuckoo's cry/I long for Kyoto
The basis of art is change in the universe.