The paired butterflies are already yellow with August Over the grass in the West garden; They hurt me. I grow older.

Shade and light are different in every valley.

You ask me why I dwell in the green mountain; I smile and make no reply for my heart is free of care. As the peach-blossom flows down stream and is gone into the unknown, I have a world apart that is not among men.

The paired butterflies are already yellow with August Over the grass in the West garden; They hurt me. I grow older.

The world is like a great empty dream. Why should one toil away one's life?

Since Life is but a Dream, Why toil to no avail?

To find pleasure in life, make the most of the spring.