White dew- one drop on each thorn

Young leaves The sound of a waterfall Heard from far and near.

Lighting one candle from another - Winter night

Throw open your window and let the scenery of clouds and sky enter your room.

In pale moonlight / the wisteria's scent / comes from far away.

In the spring rain, The pond and the river Have become one.

In lantern-light My yellow Chrysanthemums Lost all their color

Grasses are misty, The waters silent- A tranquil evening.

In the water bucket a melon and an eggplant nodding to each other

I came to the flowers; I slept beneath them; this was my leisure.

Calligraphy of geese against the sky- the moon seals it.

The courage to live brings its own rewards.

Your willpower to achieve the goal ought to stronger than any obstacle.

Embrace the beauty of good moment.

What isn't tried won't work.

I got in touch with the creative process between the age of 14 and 16, mainly because I was alone so much.

Yes, talking to people makes me sleepy.

You believe lies so you eventually learn to trust no one but yourself.

I'm willing to make a fool out of myself in public. I'm also willing to make those mistakes that you're going to make the first time you go out, so hopefully the next time it will be better.

I loved superhero stuff.So comfortable, I got to wear like orthopedic running shoes every day.