| Discard myself — just the thought is bitter |
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| Which is worse, to miss someone dead |
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| This evening rainfall is merciful |
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| Lightning: in the east yesterday |
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| Love for love, the willow grows distant |
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| The Other end of this long bridge |
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| Somehow I can't help looking |
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| The Night Grew Late in Kuzuha Village in Hirakata |
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| Even my pillow, not knowing, won't talk |
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| You are gone, and I have nothing |
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