SundayFeb 01, 2026
Quotes: 53419 Authors: 9969
Around existence twine, (Oh, bridge that hangs across the gorge!) ropes of twisted vine.
Do not seek to follow in the footsteps of the men of old; seek what they sought.
Just washed, How chill The white leeks!
The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers.
The oak tree: not interested in cherry blossoms.
When I speak My lips feel cold The autumn wind.
Now the swinging bridge Is quieted with creepers Like our tendrilled life.
Clapping my hands with the echoes the summer moon begins to dawn.
O cricket from your cherry cry No one would ever guess How quickly you must die.
From all these trees, in the salads, the soup, everywhere, cherry blossoms fall.
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