Sitting quietly, doing nothing, Spring comes, and the grass grows, by itself.
Felling a tree and gazing at the cut end - tonight's moon
When I speak My lips feel cold - The autumn wind.
Spring rain conveyed under the trees in drops.
From all these trees, in the salads, the soup, everywhere, cherry blossoms fall.
Along my journey / through this transitory world, / new year's housecleaning.