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.
I felt quite at home, / As if it were mine sleeping lazily / In this house of fresh air.
There came a day when the clouds drifting along with the wind aroused a wanderlust in me, and I set off on a journey to roam along the seashores
First snow-falling-on the half-finished bridge.
Sitting quietly, doing nothing, Spring comes, and the grass grows, by itself.