One Thought, a Mortal Life · Stubborn and Foolish by Nature · 05 / 102
· Sparse Shadows
The 's hidden fragrance wakes all at once; the bright lamps burn youth to nothing. Red walls, green tiles, a bewitching wind croons; I wake to the drip of the and a heavy gloom.
In this the feigned madness is no feint; high above, a phantom figure leaves the dust behind. In the misty blur, crimson and purple waste a deep love; puppets cast the net of fate.
Glossary—
Jū: a net for catching birds and beasts; to net; to capture.
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