The tower has vanished in the fog;
 The boat is hidden in moon-shadow; 
  The perfect peach field cannot be found.
 I'm shut in by the cold rain of Spring.
 I hear the cuckoo's call at sunset.

Apricot blossoms sent by my friends
 In letters received through the post
  Cause an assault by countless memories.
 A lonely river rounds the mountain,
 But why should it flow toward my lost world?