| Like tinkling gems, neither dewdrops nor tears stay |
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| They become fragrant, and the Spring ends |
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| Against the cherries on the hazy hilltop |
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| Loneliness is more intense with frost than with snow |
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| Thinking of the past I wake |
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| Autumn gone, the past distant in the great sky |
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| Look, this must be love that fills the sky! |
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| Through a rift in evening rainclouds |
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| Away from the direction of falling blossoms |
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| Lush emerald the summer color becomes |
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