Author of quotes: Wakayama Bokusui

in the temple the bell beats loudly ...

These joyful days,
drunk with intoxicating aroma,
I waited - and here we are
again admire the autumn glow
in the crowns of evergreen trees...

the cuckoo sings incessantly ...

this autumn and this night ...

Spring sadness!
At twenty-five I fell in love for the first time
white plum color,
about which in the years of the past
never thought so gently...

get ready to my fire! ..

Somewhere at the bottom
the flood of night of sorrow,
in a whitish haze,
exhausted, devastated,
I opened my eyes at dawn...

Evening sadness!
Splash crimson coals
a little sake
and filled the little room
aroma of intoxicating potions...

Here drunk drunk -
and then, hate not,
our world is a sinful love
though sometimes he really does not know
if I'm alive, where am I in the light?