| A Fir stands sveltely under the moon |
|
|
| I don't think you are like everyone else |
|
|
| No soothing time for someone who thinks of blossoms |
|
|
| 'I must go now, goodbye,' said the god of night |
|
|
| Even swallows seem to have no time |
|
|
| Escaping a dog, a rooster flaps |
|
|
| I swept and ended up not sweeping |
|
|
| The Hazy moon has detached itself |
|
|
| A Gargoyle spits out a sparrow to a peach tree |
|
|
| I tell myself not to doubt you |
|
|