cuts through the morning fog
evoking a deeper peace.
,
will soon give way to blossoms;
Uji village dawn-
where I travel alone,
embracing the strangers' smiles.
where water and sky meet.
Is it just the clouds-
that cast a morning veil
above this silent river?
where cherry petals bloom
in the chilly air-
my silent thoughts arise too
as another day passes.
that leads to Mountain Gate;
fresh flower petals-
emerge in the soft rain
through a wall of crumbling stone.
as flowers burst forth and wilt,
who would not wonder?
How many seasons will pass,
before my life also fades.
if soft blossoms did not wither?
As the season turns-
each moment becomes more dear,
unsure when the last will fall.