Now I understand!
Now I understand!
When to remember me
She vowed,
She said she would forget me,
But kindly!
There's not a trace of cloud
There's not a trace of cloud
Now-and she
Is in my thoughts;
The moon and my heart
Seem to waver.
Winds Of Autumn
Even in a person
most times indifferent
to things around him
they waken feelings
the first winds of autumn
Sunk in melancholy
Sunk in melancholy, and
Gazing
Upon the moon: its hue:
Why is it so deeply
Stained with sadness, I wonder
How wonderful
How wonderful, that
Her heart
Should show me kindness;
And of all the numberless folk,
Grief should not touch me.
Having drifted apart
Having drifted apart,
Why should folk
Despise each other? For
Not known and unknowing
Times there were once before…
Why Should I Be Bitter
Why should I be bitter
About someone who was
A complete stranger
Until a certain moment
In a day that has passed.
Limitations Gone
limitations gone
since my mind fixed on the moon
clarity and serenity
make something for which
there's no end in sight
In a mountain village
In a mountain village
at autumn’s end—
that’s where you learn
what sadness means
in the blast of the wintry wind.
Well do I know myself
Well do I know myself, so
Your coldness
I did not think to blame, yet
My bitterness has
Soaked my sleeves, it seems