On the conception of Lingering Cold.
朝嵐はそともの竹にふきあれて山の霞もはるさむき比
| asa arashi wa sotomo no take ni fuki’arete yama no kasumi mo haru samuki koro | The morning’s storm Across the bamboo outside Blows wildly, and The haze upon the mountains, too: How cold is spring these days! |
Eifukumon’in