Seeds to grains
life seems to be an endless  journey

Sweat and tears  well up like a river , ponds to seas they
all seem to collide  in one manner

Hands and feet all seem to do their job well, but the heartache
of  stones cannot be imitated by my soles

Still Be Thankful young one ,the journey  is a bitter fruit
That  leaves  sweetness ,Be Thankful for the colours  and shadows
That exist around you (Tendai)