The Long, Long Night of the Winter Solstice

In the Deep Valley of Green Trees and Blue Mountains

Time Is a Flowing Stream

The Autumn Leaves Are Half Turned

The Bamboo, Bent Under the Weiht of Snow

Yet, One Year Is Twelve Months

Even the Wind Pauses

The Soft Wind of Night

Ah! My Poor, Distressed Body

Rose of Sharon

The Full Moon

Ask the Wind Not to Blow

Taebeck Takes His Wine and Leaves

The Youth\'s Pleasure Making