​
​Standing on an autumn street.
​Quite alone.
​Flute and drum
​are sounding.
​Birds fly past,
​flock-by-flock.
​What a delight it is
​to watch the flow of life.
​With no trouble at all.
​I’m afraid I can’t stay long.
​For I have work to do.
​More than the clouds in the sky.