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The Moon And Sun Are Travelers Through Eternity. Even The Years Wander On. Whether Drifting Through Life On A Boat Or Climbing Toward Old Age Leading A Horse, Each Day Is A Journey, And The Journey Itself Is Home.

Year By Year, The Monkey's Mask Reveals The Monkey

This Autumn- Why Am I Growing Old? Bird Disappearing Among Clouds.

Nothing In The Cry Of Cicadas Suggests They Are About To Die

Real Poetry, Is To Lead A Beautiful Life. To Live Poetry Is Better Than To Write It.