


A spring Japanese poem by Ryokan

A spring Japanese poem by Saigyo

Spring often makes me feel ennui.

All things must pass

“A blossom of mountain camellia, its whiteness is as if moon light in noon.” by Shiki

“Hasedera Temple, both of the sea and the plum blossoms are shining brightly.” by myself

“A tiered doll stand for hina dolls, Hina-dan, …” by Seishi

“Doll’s Festival Hina-matsuri,…”, by Yaichi
