人里離れた山奥に、可憐なる花ひっそりと二輪。

乱世の喧騒どこへやら、耳に届くは川のせせらぎと木立のそよぎ。

戦鼓を打つなど誠に無粋。
打つべきはそう、小気味良く鳴る舌鼓。

Two sweet flowers sit silently on a remote mountainside. The hustle and bustle of the turbulent world does not reach here, and only the softly babbling brook and rustling trees can be heard.

The pounding of a war drum is inelegant. The only sound that ought to be heard is the smacking of one's lips in delight.