Every Moment Of Life Is

There Came A Day When The Clouds Drifting Along With The Wind Aroused A Wanderlust In Me, And I Set Off On A Journey To Roam Along The Seashores

Why So Scrawny, Cat? Starving For Fat Fish Or Mice... Or Backyard Love?

When I Speak My Lips Feel Cold - The Autumn Wind.

Every Day Is A Journey, And The Journey Itself Is Home.

Clapping My Hands With The Echoes The Summer Moon Begins To Dawn.