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Zuriaake – Afterimage of Autumn
A gentle breeze rustles,
The azure autumn begins to chill,
Green peaks shrouded in mist,
In the empty mountains, the distant sound of a flute,
White cranes dance among the maple trees,
Falling leaves flutter, wanting to linger,
A stream flows gently,
The intense autumn atmosphere makes one feel at ease,
Yellow leaves wander,
Under the pine tree, a game of Go has lasted for a thousand years,
Swallows and sparrows often watch, never tiring,
Reluctant to return south.
A gentle breeze rustles,
The azure autumn begins to chill,
Green peaks shrouded in mist,
In the empty mountains, the distant sound of a flute,
White cranes dance among the maple trees,
Falling leaves flutter, wanting to linger,
A stream flows gently,
The intense autumn atmosphere makes one feel at ease,
Yellow leaves wander,
Under the pine tree, a game of Go has lasted for a thousand years,
Swallows and sparrows often watch, never tiring,
Reluctant to return south.
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A pocket full of frogs.
A frog full of pockets?
A pocket full of frogs.
A frog full of pockets?