Murmuring drizzle
leaves rustling
I tentatively listened to who whispered in the autumn day
Curling green clouds
flying stream drops
imagined spring I played
The sparse shadows and the cool breeze
a lute was set by the flowing water
let an game of idle chess accompany the time
The delicate fragrance and the cold snow
a sword was held in the high mountain
how could it be compared to become intoxicated in the village feelings with wine?