- In September I will return (Subtitle: Regret) Following the butterfly’s thin flutter of its wings Blooming sparsely On the path of yellow dandelion flowers In Search of Lost Thoughts Before I knew it, I had walked a long way.
With no way to turn back By the stream beside the endlessly long road Coming all this way like me Maybe it’s because I’m worn out from the blazing midsummer sun Just staring at the flowing river One by one, the petals have fallen away I look at the thornbush tree with only its thorns remaining. What could he have lost?
immersing the tail in running water Watching the flight of the dragonfly If I go any farther, will I forget the way back Passing that road where dust scatters A beckoning hand to come back Along that path where cosmos flowers bloom Now I will return.