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Autumn wind of eve,

blow away the clouds that mass

over the moon's pure light

and the mists that cloud our mind,

do thou sweep away as well.

Now we disappear,

well, what must we think of it?

From the sky we came.

Now we may go back again.

That's at least one point of view.

Could not return, I presume,

So I will keep my name

Among those who are dead with bows.

My life

came like dew

disappears like dew.

All of Naniwa

is dream after dream.