How much I desire! Inside my little satchel, the moon, and flowers
Just washed, How chill The white leeks!
For this lovely bowl let us arrange these flowers since there is no rice.
Calm and serene The sound of a cicada Penetrates the rock.
There came a day when the clouds drifting along with the wind aroused a wanderlust in me, and I set off on a journey to roam along the seashores
April's air stirs in Willow-leaves...a butterfly Floats and balances