| 1 | With heavy drops, the leaves high upwards sweep. | |
| 2 | The script says this character must bitterly cry here. | |
| 3 | Maple leaves turn black in the courtyard. | |
| 4 | The chilly night rain makes me tremble with cold. | |
| 5 | White infinity of reed plumes. White dew still, moist. |
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