What a strange thing!to be alivebeneath cherry blossoms.

Summer night--even the starsare whispering to each other.

In this worldWe walk on the roof of hellGazing at flowers

This dewdrop world Is but a dewdrop worldAnd yet —

before the gate --my walking stick's made a riverof melting snow

Just beyond the gate,a neat yellow hole—someone pissed in the snow