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Love songs from the Manyoushuu

Love songs from the Manyoushuu

Jug

Pot

Wall

White, or black?

Paris

London

New York

Rome

If I dislike you, who are beautiful like purple comfrey glass, I couldn’t know why I am madly in love with you knowing that you are another’s wife. You are walking across the field covered with comfrey glass glowing crimson and marked as an imperial demesne. I’m afraid the field watcher may see you waving the sleeves.

On several Japanese plum branches at a corner of the fence, plum blossoms bloom braving coldness. Even from a distance, I know it is not snow. Because I can smell faint aroma floating out from plum blossoms.

It’s another beautiful early evening of spring because I see you wearing madder pale.

My ear is a shell and fondly hears the sound of the sea

Vial

Love of antiquities

Pouring snow

Crystal

Brilliance

I see a flower.