You assume that I'm incompetent,
And that I go against your will...

The rustling leaves,
Of a cherry blossom tree...

The leaves are now brown,
As they flutter to the ground...

Deathly nights of cold and dark,
Enveloped with beauty of the crying lark...

A peasant asked his king,
Not as if he were an oracle...

The snow fades away,
Disappearing to make way...