The woman returned a poem, 'My hair, which we used to be like your hair, has grown below my shoulders, for whom else, but you, would I wear my hair up,' and they finally found out their true feelings.
女、返し、　くらべこし　ふりわけ髪も　肩過ぎぬ　君ならずして　たれかあぐべきなどいひいひて、つひに本意のごとくあひにけり。