In the conception of broken, forgotten love.
むせぶともしらじな心かはらやにわれのみけたぬしたのけぶりは
| musebu tomo shiraji na kokoro kawaraya ni ware nomi ketanu shita no keburi wa |
I may be choked, yet You know it not, I think; my heart’s Unchanged-at the tiler’s hut I alone would vanish ’ Neath the smoke. |
Sada’ie
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