Sage has covered my door.
Now a bunch of green leaves burns together with the firewood.
Silently I read the poems of Kanzan,
Accompanied by the autumn wind blowing a light rain that rustles through the reeds.
I stretch out both feet and lie down.
What is there to think about? What is there to doubt?
Ryokan
Now a bunch of green leaves burns together with the firewood.
Silently I read the poems of Kanzan,
Accompanied by the autumn wind blowing a light rain that rustles through the reeds.
I stretch out both feet and lie down.
What is there to think about? What is there to doubt?
Ryokan
