Thoroughly shaken, I tried to reply with a poem that would imply I was brooding.

Alone I spread my gowns
For sleep each night,
Moonbeams sometimes lie
Upon my lonesome sleeves.
Only too aware of my shamelessness, I attempted to mislead him. [1.5]

sad girl



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