A long time, again in the shade of night gazing steadily at you
The placid hue of the moon, made you even more complacent
The wind blew by, a bird flew by
Hearkening to Time’s murmur, you are thus longanimous
A lifetime’s days so distant
When even further away, accompanying the lamps of night
Quietly chanting
Contemplations that are farther away than moonbeams return to the heart
Warm or frigid hands wipe the brow
A leaf falling, more than the sound of wine cups colliding
Lasts an eternity
The color of vitality is dignified and affluent
Either loved or hated is already not important
Night’s dim is soft, wishes of fortune are held in the palm
Autumn has yet to come. You lower your head
To thank the earth’s benefaction
Leaving fruit beside the road people traverse