Nothing in the world is usual today. This is the first morning. * Come quickly—as soon as these blossoms open, they fall. This world exists as a sheen of dew on flowers. * Even though these pine trees keep their original color, everything green is different in spring. * Seeing you is the thread that ties me to this life— If that knot were cut this moment, I’d have no regret. * Sleeplessly I watch over the spring night— but no amount of guarding is enough to make it stay.