Voice of Reason

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