A poet wrote the following poem about 1300 years ago.

The pearl that sleeps in Lake Biwa
I have longed for you all this time
I secretly dreamed of touching you, even just once
But now that I have you, I am even more intensely captivated

This is a poem from the oldest Japanese poetry anthology, the Manyoshu.

Through countless mornings and nights,
Lake Biwa has been filled with abundant water.

In the depths of this quiet lake, the pearl is cradled within the embrace of a shell.
The light of dawn reaches the lakebed. Moonlight washes over the water's surface.
As if gathering all of that light,
the pearl grows slowly, harboring its luster.

Just as the birth of all living beings is shrouded in mystery,
pearls too, are organic and filled with mystery.
The shape it grows into,
the process it grows in,
the color it takes on...
The pearl does not tell us.

Imagination fills the heart like a lake filled with water, and
a single grain of light embraced in the chest grows quietly.

It gives your heart a quiet glow.