Clouds appear and bring to men a chance to rest from looking at the moon.
My grumbling wife - if only she were here! This moon tonight...
I kill an ant and realize my three children have been watching.
First autumn morning: the mirror I stare into shows my father's face.
You rice-field maidens! The only things not muddy Are the songs you sing.
I want to sleep Swat the flies Softly, please.
After killing a spider, how lonely I feel in the cold of night!
For love and for hate I swat a fly and offer it to an ant.
Night; and once again, the while I wait for you, cold wind turns into rain.
The summer river: although there is a bridge, my horse goes through the water.