Waiting for all things to grow, for summer flowers to bloom, for leaves to turn yellow, for snow to fall, for carps to find carps, for skylarks to find skylarks, for spring water to flow into autumn water, and for summer mud to turn into winter mud. The whole year ends like this, starting over and over again, like reincarnation.
How many times can we see such a scene in our life?
Conception: