Not spring nor autumn
None touch the heights of Fuji
Baishitsu
Across the summer stream
With such joy
My sandals in my hand
Buson
Oh my… Oh my…
Was all I could say
Of the flowers on Mount Yoshino
Teishitsu
Not spring nor autumn
None touch the heights of Fuji
Baishitsu
Across the summer stream
With such joy
My sandals in my hand
Buson
Oh my… Oh my…
Was all I could say
Of the flowers on Mount Yoshino
Teishitsu