Winter is coming...

「この子の可愛さ　限りなし

山では木の数　花の数

この子の可愛さ　限りなし

海では波の数　貝の数 

この子の眠る　よるぞらの

星の数より　まだ可愛い

まだ可愛い 」

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「この子の可愛さ限りない

山では木の数萱の数

尾花かるかや萩ききょう

七草千草の数よりも

大事なこの子がねんねする

星の数よりまだ可愛

ねんねやねんねやおねんねやあ

ねんねんころりや・・・」
 

“We must remember that nothing in this world really belongs to us.
At best, we are merely borrowers.” 

 

Sonnet 130

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; 

Coral is far more red, than her lips red: 

If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; 

If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. 

I have seen roses damasked, red and white, 

But no such roses see I in her cheeks; 

And in some perfumes is there more delight 

Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. 

I love to hear her speak, yet well I know 

That music hath a far more pleasing sound: 

I grant I never saw a goddess go,  

My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground: 

And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare, 

As any she belied with false compare.

 

Shakespeare's sonnet CXXX

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