Clapping my hands with the echoes the summer moon begins to dawn.
Not to think of yourself / as someone who did not count -- / Festival of the Souls.
Felling a tree and gazing at the cut end - tonight's moon
Learn the rules, and then forget them.
Sadly, I part from you; Like a clam torn from its shell, I go, and autumn too.
Sitting quietly, doing nothing, Spring comes, and the grass grows, by itself.