How good the world is.
Morning is in the cave
Step on a deer.
1986
Stone disease or seven years
Stone disease madness
Untreatable disease
Will not be sick.
By a big stone partner
Optically ill stone
Stone axe
Roof of poor poet
Let him stop wandering around the world
Let him settle down here
Here I am the sick stone heart.
Let him live on your roof
Hear sick stone roof
Birds sing in the morning and have a happy life.
Stone disease madness
A poet who strikes his own door with stones.
See beautiful you.
Stones compete to get sick.
I’m body after body.
Illness in the department turned into weakness.
collapse at the first blow
A beautiful woman grow from a wilderness full of stones.
It’s a stone disease, a disease of everything.
How can stones swell in the darkness of the wilderness?
Stones also get sick and grow flowers and wine glasses.
Shitou healthy
Stone is no longer sick.
How can he spend it?
I am healthy, too
I’m not sick anymore.