GSS VIII: 459

Her reply:

涙さへ時雨にそひてふるさとは紅葉の色も濃さまさりけり

namida saFe
sigure ni soFite
Furusato Fa
momidi no iro mo
kosa masarikeri
Ever my tears
Fall with the showers;
At my ancient home,
The lustre of the Autumn leaves
Is deepest of all.

Ise
伊勢

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