You must remain. I must depart.
Two autumns falling in the heart.

Calligraphy of geese
against the sky-
the moon seals it.

In pale moonlight / the wisteria's scent / comes from far away.

The behavior of the pigeon
is beyond reproach,
but the mountain cuckoo?

But for their cries,
The herons would be lost
Amidst the morning snow.

Winter solitude-
in a world of one colour
the sound of the wind.