Do not resemble me-Never be like a musk melon Cut in two identical halves.
If I had the knack I'd sing like Cherry flakes falling
Nothing in the cry of cicadas suggests they are about to die
Summer grasses — all that remains of great soldiers' imperial dreams.
Come, butterfly It's late- We've miles to go together.
I felt quite at home, / As if it were mine sleeping lazily / In this house of fresh air.