What could I do but tear it At the end of summer? kono aki wa nande toshiyoru kumo ni tori this autumn as-for why grow old cloud to bird this autumn why am I aging so? to the clouds a bird this autumn as reason for growing old a cloud and a bird the whole family all with white hair and canes visiting graves souls' festival today also there is smoke from the crematory lotus pond as they are unplucked Souls' Festival Buddha's Death Day from wrinkled praying hands the rosaries' sound not to think of yourself as someone who did not count -Festival of the Souls all night autumn winds being heard behind the mountains so clear the sound echoes to the Big Dipper the fulling block taken in my hand it will vanish in hot tears autumn frost bright red the pitiless sun autumn winds autumn wind broken with sadness his mulberry stick autumn winds in the sliding door's opening a sharp voice