On a lover's quarrel, to forgive and forget, because a baby there is. Or, on a lover's quarrel, to flow by water, a baby has gone.
Baked clams, the sounds of wings how putting a damper on, by a horse-fly colored rainbow.
Stream to the garden, on a dipper not to be weaken, a snail is there.
A Noppera-bo, a ghost has flat face without eyes and mouth, how to eat I wonder, in a bowl of mujina-soba, buckwheat noodles with tempura batter and deep-fried tofu.
A girl waiting someone for, in a paper lantern goes out, sounds of wooden clogs come here.