It was a period of such universal grief that I found this sort of diversion very appealing, and I replied in a similar vein:

Autumn dew falls on every tree
On every blade of grass:
How could anyone claim
It’s only on our sleeves? [1.4]

sad girl



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