Even if my leaves wither like a forest!
Your extraordinary sense of harmony stirs generously.
The background is the forest, and I play the music of late autumn, but
Sad and sweet. I hope you, brave spirit.
In fact, my soul, I can be a wild you!
Please spread my dead thoughts to the whole universe,
Like dead leaves, it accelerates the baking ashes and sparks of new life.
My mantra in this verse,/a >
Like embers that never go out,
My words spread all over the world.
Through my lips, sleeping all the time.
Horn oh, wind, prophetic sonata
If winter comes, can spring be far behind?