One, two, three or four, five, six, seven, eight and ninety,
Thousands of pieces are always missing when they fly into plum blossoms.
Almost all poems are piled up with numbers, from one to ten to thousands to countless, but there is no suspicion of burdensome. Reading makes people feel as if they are in the vast world of heavy snow, but when they see a cold plum standing proudly in the snow, the snow melts into plum blossoms, and people also melt into plum blossoms.