澄太おもへば柿の葉のおちるおちるthinking of Sumita the persimmon leaves fall and fall

遠くの友、澄太のことを思っていると、柿の葉がおちる、おちる。繰り返しのリズムが、とめどない落葉と、とめどない思いを重ねる。会えない友を思う時間は長い。As he thinks of his distant friend Sumita, the persimmon leaves fall, and fall. The rhythm of the repetition lays the ceaseless falling of leaves over ceaseless longing. The hours spent thinking of a friend one cannot see run long.