Sorry whoever own these beauty forgive me, I didn't indent to steal but possession beauty is forbidden that is sin, you thieves it from the autumn so I steal from your too! How dare you steal beauty from the Autumn!
The below Master Kusan death poem
As the leaves of fall burn more crimson than the flowers of spring
All of creation is completely laid bare
As living is empty, and dying too, is also empty
I go forth smiling, within the ocean-like absorption of the Buddha
Been thinking thinking he fraud me! Intentionally misleading!