God and a Buddha

Sake is good in the end

Someone without flowers or fruit

The crazed flower bloomed

Golden dreams vanished

The rusted jitte cried

The Wind of Impermanence

Medicine can be a friend or an enemy

The buried treasure is just a dream

This one won't be forgiven even by the heavens

The brutal and heartless end

The vigor vanished in an instant

When the fog clears, spring.

When the fog clears, spring comes.

Lawlessness is the road not taken.

Sometimes it was a good day.

Flower must not be broken

A flower bloomed in an empty house.

He cried over a dream of a nap.

After the rain comes sunshine

The illegitimate child is the enemy

Facing enemies in every direction.

A brilliant Japanese dawn