The morning is cool
wet morning,
gray fog
gave cover.
herbs with dew
washes transparent.
secrets of nature,
not open at all.
Sad thoughts inspire
into consciousness.
This is not life
but only punishment.
Summer is gone
autumn has come
happiness, as if
crushed by the plate.
wet morning,
gray fog
gave cover.
herbs with dew
washes transparent.
secrets of nature,
not open at all.
Sad thoughts inspire
into consciousness.
This is not life
but only punishment.
Summer is gone
autumn has come
happiness, as if
crushed by the plate.