Verdant springtime runs with the reckless rapids;
Crimson-bright summer swiftly eddies past.
It's unbearable to see the autumn tumbleweeds
wheel aimlessly, nowhere to light.
The illumined breeze of clearing skies
destroys the orchid,
White dew spatters the tender bean shoots.
The Fair One will not wait for me,
Though grass and tree wither day by day.