An unnamed irrigation water flowing
the rice fields of abundant crop in Shimotsuke,
why dose it divaricate here?
　

Aiming at the north in autumn, I am here.
Seeing the blue water makes me gallant,
I get across an river thinking the name of river.
　

Passing Shirakawa, I enter Mochinoku area.
Over the thoroughfare of Michinplu,.
the sun is white.
Looking for desolation, you passed away.
                                                              . (in nostalgia for Basho)
　

Looking for a field where
I am to expose my cadaver,
I go and go  but to see
 the green and crops.
　

I was to fly to Hong Kong, but didn't.
The plane I was to go by crashed.