Shinjyukugyoen

In the crowd it opened a door

Greet the blue morning and wait for sunshine to fall

Winds bring seeds filled with stories to it

And time makes them sprout

The trees here always holy and silent

Sometimes yellow leaves swirl and fall into the pond

Several birds ask why rain is wetting its feathers

But let every leaf grow on

I had gone there in the spring

With a Butterfly it has a dream

Wind blows the butterfly into panic

Hurriedly the first rose want to be stepped on

Time stops in the mute corridor

But sounds of airplane can take you to your hometown

I came from a door in the crowd

 With the frog pond on my shoulder

and a clear moonlight