Don't imitate me / we are not two halves / of a muskmelon.
The old pond, ah! A frog jumps in: The water's sound.
Awakened at midnight by the sound of the water jar cracking from the ice
From the pine tree, learn of the pine tree; And from the bamboo, of the bamboo
An autumn night - donโt think your life didnโt matter.
Come, butterfly It's late- We've miles to go together.