In my old home,
Which I forsook, the cherries
Are in bloom.
A giant firefly--
That way, this way, that way, this--
And it passes by.
Right at my feet--
And when did you get here,
Snail?
My grumbling wife--
If only she were here!
This moon tonight...
A lovely thing to see:
Through the paper window's hole,
The galaxy.
A man, just one--
Also a fly, just one--
In the huge drawing room.