The exquisite art of Bando Tamasaburo - "Kurokami" - "Black Hair"

Thoughts in confusion disheveled as the tangles of my black tresses  unloosened then,  as we shared a single pillow, yet how it returns to haunt me now as i sleep alone... With my single robe To cover me. 'You are mine,' he said, Not knowing the heart Of a simple girl. The voice of a temple bell, Sounds into the quiet night. Awakening from an empty dream In the morning, How lovely, sweet, And helpless is my longing. Before I know it The silver snow has piled up.

Kurokami no musuboretaru omoi wo ba tokete neta yo no makura koso hitori nuru yo no ada-makura sode wa katashiku tsuma ja to iute (ainote) guchi na onago no kokoro to shirade shin to fuketaru kane no koe Yuube no yume no kesa samete yukashi natsukashi yarusenaya tsumoru to shirade tsumoru shirayuki