An autumn night - don’t think your life didn’t matter.
Just washed, How chill The white leeks!
Sadly, I part from you; Like a clam torn from its shell, I go, and autumn too.
The moon is brighter since the barn burned.
Make the universe your companion, always bearing in mind the true nature of things-mountains and rivers, trees and grasses, and humanity-and enjoy the falling blossoms and the scattering leaves.
Winter garden, the moon thinned to a thread, insects singing.