No geese had brought your letters for a long time

No geese had brought your letters for a long time.
How did I know your brush and inkstone were buried in dust?
The paintings you've left me are now stored in a bamboo box.
Each time I take one out and look, my sorrow increases.
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Ema Saiko
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