Tip autumn frost dew heavy|
Morning rise go secluded valley
Yellow leaves cover stream bridge
Waste village only ancient tree
Cold flower sparse quiet all
Secluded stream little cut resume
Plan heart long already forget
What thing startle Davidís deer
The end of autumn- thereís heavy frost and dew;|
At dawn, I rise and go to the hidden valley.
Yellow leaves cover the stream and bridge,
In the empty village, just ancient trees.
Cold flowers are scattered, each alone,
The hidden stream breaks off, and reappears.
My own heartís plans are long forgotten now,
What can it be that startles the deer?