Cicada forest in July
Noon
Walk alone into the woods where cicadas are barking
The water of The Little Summer Lake is shining
Winding trails
It's full of ups and downs
The uneven sound hissed
In the shade of the black oak
Flocks of waterfowl and ducks enter the water one by one
Rise and fall in the ripples
Frolicking chases the midsummer temperatures
Purple water arrowroot bush
A waterfowl is busy
The red bill combs its black shiny wings
I looked up at the big branches and leaves deep
Looking for where the music comes from
Obviously singing in the ears
But I couldn't find it everywhere
It is known that the dive is feathered
The indifference of the dining style and the dew
Or my eyes
Flooded with summer's enthusiasm
Kaoru people are intoxicated by the wind habits of blowing
Wild ginger flowers are darkly fragrant on the waterfront
The spider lily unfolded wildly
Like hinting at me
There is still a natural sound in the loneliness of life
The acura of this season
The song of the laborious salute and weeping
Like the rhyme of July
