Evening sky with the sunset on the horizon.

Sound of the conch from afar, mixed with the beating of drums.

Tapping the buffalo horn, the shepherd goes back to his remote village.

Putting the paddles at rest, the fisherman returns to a faraway town.

Thousand of cherry blossoms blown in the wind.

Birds exhausted from their long flights.

Evening dew falling on miles of willow branches,

as the wayfarer walks hurriedly to his destination.

One’s in her chamber, the other, pilgriming.

With whom can I confide my feelings?