This Autumn- Why Am I Growing Old?

Mountain-rose Petals Falling, Falling, Falling Now... Waterfall Music

My Body, Now Close To Fifty Years Of Age, Has Become An Old Tree That Bears Bitter Peaches, A Snail Which Has Lost Its Shell, A Bagworm Separated From Its Bag; It Drifts With The Winds And Clouds That Know No Destination. Morning And Night I Have Eaten Traveler's Fare, And Have Held Out For Alms A Pilgrim's Wallet.

Learn The Rules, And Then Forget Them.

An Autumn Night - Don’t Think Your Life Didn’t Matter.

Old Dark Sleepy Pool... Quick Unexpected Frog Goes Plop! Watersplash!