human
Konnichi Sama! Great Goddess, shine upon thy land. Give it beauty and peace and joy.
gpt
My boy has met some woodcutter; he talks with him in the shade of the pine trees, she thought. As the evening drew on, she said,
human
He is with little Kime, his playmate, but I shall soon hear his soft footstep. Night fell.
gpt
Once only has he been so late; when he went to Matsue with the good Shijo. She looked through the paper window, and then stepped out. The hills cast a mysterious shadow on the surface of the lake. Still there was no sign of Umewaki. The mother called his name. No response came save the echo of her own voice. Now she searched far and near. To every peasant she put the question,
human
Have you seen my Umewaki? But she always received the same answer. At last she returned home weary:
gpt
He may be there waiting for me,