An autumn night - don’t think your life didn’t matter.
Come, see the true flowers of this pained world.
The old pond, ah! A frog jumps in: The water's sound.
Seek on high bare trails Sky-reflecting violets... Mountain-top jewels
Why so scrawny, cat? Starving for fat fish or mice... Or backyard love?
Harvest moon: around the pond I wander and the night is gone.