Classic Poem

When spring comes, from the paddy dam, small dam,
water rushes. Loaches, bullheads, leap for joy,
thinking they're in the sea.

When summer comes, the paddy dam, the small dam,
warms up. Loaches, bullheads, leap for joy,
thinking they're in a hot bath.

When autumn comes, the fields, mountains, and hills
turn red. Loaches, bullheads, stick out their heads,
thinking it's a forest fire.

When winter comes, in the paddy dam, small dam,
ice forms. Loaches, bullheads, are freezing, freezing,
thinking now they have a ceiling.