As the Four Seasons Pass
As the four seasons pass,
When a woman adorns the attire of the season,
The season turns its page.
A man carefully selects his seasonal clothes,
Yet the season continues to gaze back at me.
‘The Flower and the Bee’
To a single bee,
The flower seems to bloom in full grace.
The bee appears to be dreaming,
Yet the flower reaches out toward another dream.
Beyond that distant mountain, the flower
still blooms.
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