There used to be a man. He finished his first crown as a ritual of genpuku, and went hunting because of the edge of the land owned by Kasuga no Sato, the capital of Nara.
There lived a very beautiful and scented sister in the village. The man peeked through the fence at the sister. Then he was a much more beautiful sister than I had imagined. The man was upset because it was so beautiful that it didn't look like the old city.
The man cut the hem of his garment, wrote a song on it, and sent it to his sister. The man was just wearing a kariginu with a turbulent pattern.