On a light breeze,
the heavy scent of blossoms
at morning.

Storm winds
blow through blossoms —
becoming snow.

The sun goes down —
but evening light remains
in the leaves.

See snow as blossoms
and underneath —
no bare limbs.

On a thatched roof
it makes no sound at all —
autumn rain.

Remember, now —
you are known for singing ,
cuckoo!

Beneath a tree,
autumn wind shows itself
in a single leaf.

Come, sing now —
don't wait for us to wait,
cuckoo!

Hazy or not,
come out of the clouds,
spring moon!

Does Rhea think? Does Rhea think?
Does Rhea think? Does Rhea think?
Does Rhea think?

Does Rhea think? Does Rhea think?
Does Rhea think? Does Rhea think?
Does Rhea think?