He expresses deep gratitude to Yuki Sawa and Edith Shiffert. Yearning for the Bygones Lengthening days, accumulating, and recalling the days of distant past. Slowly passing days, with an echo heard here in a corner of Kyoto. The white elbow of a priest, dozing, in the dusk of spring. The big gateway's heavy doors, standing in the dusk of spring.
Peony having scattered, two or three petals lie on one another.
Grasses wet in the rain, just after the festival cart passed by. To my eyes how delightful the fan of my beloved is, in complete white. A flying cuckoo, over the Heian capital, goes diagonally across the city. Camphor tree roots are quietly getting wet, in the winter rainy air. A handsaw is sounding, as if from a poor one, at midnight in this winter.