I am changing like the wind,
from the sweet breeze to the gale,
Drizzle or shower, I am;
over the hill, over the plain,
over your heart, like a leaf I am.

Even rising sun
which lights up and down in the sky
more beneficial than fruit
and water on the lips of the land.

Burgeoning
from circles with invisible edges
I spread my rays,
as a time clock,
mute,
but never stopped.