Upon returning to the capital I learned that Emperor Kameyama had died. This relentless procession of grievous events made me even more acutely aware of the cruel and transient nature of life. Like a drifting wisp of smoke I lingered on alone as the year changed. [5.26]

sad girl



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From The Confessions of Lady Nijō, translated by Karen Brazell - About this site