In the Autumn Evening            

Water is white and long, more than sky,
cloud is red, more than sun–
I roam the edges of the long-sloped field sadly,
in tears, thinking of my beloved.

The deep shadow, clambering in the front of my feet,
before me, the road stretches endlessly–
The tall trees below, a village by the water
emerges between the bared branches.

Though no one has promised to come,
and there is no one to wait for!
Yet, I circle along the pond’s edge
as the evening glow wanes in the water.