The flowers from other gardens are more precious than gold, one is light and the other is deep.
Ketou sat beside the shady fence, hugging his knees and chanting in the cool fragrance.
There has been no king in the world for a few years, but it seems that I am the only one who knows the answer.
The autumn light is fleeting and it is better not to live up to it. Instead, it is better to cherish every inch of shade.