The old pond, ah! A frog jumps in: The water's sound.
The moon and sun are travelers through eternity. Even the years wander on. Whether drifting through life on a boat or climbing toward old age leading a horse, each day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.
Between our two lives there is also the life of the cherry blossom.
Come, see the true flowers of this pained world.
Calm and serene The sound of a cicada Penetrates the rock.
If I had the knack I'd sing like Cherry flakes falling