And now late summer at dawn, the park is dark
The cool wind I sense the seasonal change, now
The cicadas start to chirp, sticking on the bark,
The doves, sniffling, talks their sleep on the bough.
For now, there\'ll be the various flowers\'ll bloom in the field,
In present, the ears of the reeds are full in my head.
It\'s short that the cicadas\' life in the brilliant world.
The corpses are scattered on the road where I tread.