“This dewdrop world Is but a dewdrop worldAnd yet —”

“before the gate –my walking stick’s made a riverof melting snow”

“In this worldWe walk on the roof of hellGazing at flowers”

“Summer night–even the starsare whispering to each other.”

“In the cherry blossom’s shadethere’s no such thingas a stranger.”

“Never forget:we walk on hell,gazing at flowers.”