Tabacco-ire no ginkanagu ga, sore ga somosomo innentai. Akachaka betchaka, chakachakacha. I did get married, but my husband has a pocked and shapeless face, so we didn't hold a wedding banquet yet. Pumpkins in Kasuga lay their hips bare, at their best, at their best. Skylark children are chirping.
Genpaku eggplants have a lot of burs.
Going beyond a mountain, going beyond another mountain, and going beyond that mountain. I'm in love with you. I love you, but I can't tell you so. The equinoctial week is coming soon, and young people will assemble, so when we go to yojomon-mairi in Kumandon, I will tell that with composure. I didn't fall in love with his good looks.