Moonlight reflects in the pale night.
Shadow is still lingering in the sound of the wind.
Decayed stones lay at the haystack.
Time washes away all the nostalgic illusions.
Human world is just like circulating colours
The threads of dream keep changing forever.
A pine's branch swings unconsciously.
The Waka is yearning to someone.
Waka is ancient Japanese poem. You can also translate it as "Wa song". Wa is what Japan is called in the past (by China, and other countries and itself). In Juuni Kokuki, the people in the 12 kingdoms also call Japan Wa.