Awakened at midnight by the sound of the water jar cracking from the ice
I felt quite at home, / As if it were mine sleeping lazily / In this house of fresh air.
The old pond, ah! A frog jumps in: The water's sound.
Sadly, I part from you; Like a clam torn from its shell, I go, and autumn too.
Felling a tree and gazing at the cut end - tonight's moon
With every gust of wind, the butterfly changes its place on the willow.