In the spring wind
Peach blossoms begin to come apart
I watch the doubts grow
On branches and leaves
I'm too lazy to be ambitious
I let the world take care of itself
Ten days' worth of rice in my bag
A bundle of twigs by the fireplace
Why chatter about delusion and enlightenment?
Just listen to the night rain on the roof
Sit comfortably, with both legs stretched out
This is the voice of reason
This is the sound of the change of the season
This is the sound of the change of the season
This is the sound of the change of the season
This is the sound of the change of the season