My dreams are dreams of the pond That lives not only to mirror the sky But to let the surrounding willows and ferns Refresh and cleanse me.
Through tree roots I make my way towards the leaves' veins Their dying brings me no sorrow For I've expressed myself, I've won life.
My happiness is the sun's happiness In a brief span of time I'll leave behind enduring works That will strike gold sparks In children's eyes, and In a sprouting seedling I'll sing a jeweled green song. I am artless yet bountiful I'm unfathomable.
My pain is the pain of seasonal birds Only spring understands such passion. Endure all hardships and failures, Always fly toward a future of warmth and light. Ah, the bleeding wings Will write a line of supple verse To enter deep within all souls, Deep into all times.