This Autumn- Why Am I Growing Old?

Along My Journey / Through This Transitory World, / New Year's Housecleaning.

From All These Trees, In The Salads, The Soup, Everywhere, Cherry Blossoms Fall.

For This Lovely Bowl Let Us Arrange These Flowers Since There Is No Rice.

Farewell, My Old Fan. / Having Scribbled On It, / What Could I Do But Tear It / At The End Of Summer?

Around Existence Twine, (oh, Bridge That Hangs Across The Gorge!) Ropes Of Twisted Vine.