Of brave soldiers dreams
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Wrapping dumplings in
she tidies her hair
As they begin to rise again
After the flooding rain
Cold as it was
In the same room.
Yo no naka wa kutte hako shite nete okite
In this world of ours,We eat only to cast out,Sleep only to wake,And what comes after all thatIs simply to die at last.
Temple bells die out.
A perfect evening!
the warbler sings
of coming old age