Blown from the west,
fallen leaves gather
in the east.
...
My arm for a pillow,
I really like myself
under the hazy moon.
...
Listening to the moon,
gazing at the croaking of frogs
in a field of ripe rice.
...
Harvest moon--
called at his house,
he was digging potatoes.
...
Lighting one candle
with another candle--
spring evening.
...
You left in the morning, at evening my heart is in a
thousand pieces.
Why is it so far away?
...
He's on the porch,
to escape the wife and kids--
how hot it is!
...
His Holiness the Abbot
is shitting
in the withered fields.
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