Wanting to ponder a thing more seriously,
I came here in the autumnal mountains.
Now, I am buoyantly going over the ridge.

　

Veronica
All directions of this land are covered by mists,
Far and near in a mountain,
 phantoms like ivory are there.
　

The white cloud is always bright, but
it gets much more brilliant
supported by bare trees as its stays.
　

Blue of veronica will someday oozes out,
even if there is really nothing in the garden today.
　

A tiny blue corolla of veronica gathers
all the lights of this garded to herself.