Years have passed and only sounds of waters have come to my ears,
To-day, indeed, I may even count the ripples around the fishing net.
The pattern of the maple leaves in Autumn dyed with the rain -
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Even a little pebble does not cease to be, Though pressed under the snow of Hakusan; So is my affection even though hidden. This poem has such a delicate beauty! I wish I could know how sounds in japanese..