Spring rain leaking through the roof dripping from the wasps' nest.
Harvest moon: around the pond I wander and the night is gone.
Without bitterest cold that penetrates to the very bone, how can plum blossoms send forth their fragrance all over the world?
Come, butterfly It's late- We've miles to go together.
For this lovely bowl let us arrange these flowers since there is no rice.
Between our two lives there is also the life of the cherry blossom.