In this world
the living grow fewer,
the dead increase
how much longer
...
The autumn wind (In his ennui he blew cold)
Across the rice ears, (On our love)
So sad;
Empty of grain (My heart desolate)
...
How hollow
Are tears upon a sleeve
In gemlets;
For mine cannot be dammed
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'It's over!'
Upon me drizzle
Falls and with my years
Even your words, too,
...
Upon my breast
Floats a boat of heartbreak
And I have just embarked;
There's not a single day when waves
...
No exchange of glances-a barren beach-
How I hate myself for it!
Doesn't he realise it,
Heedless of distance, the fisherman,
...
Placing burning coals
To burn my body hurts less than
The sorrow of
The capital and island shore
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