It is the mid summer season when the cicada sing
From the otherside of the sliding paper doors,
You see a woman in a yukata with the obi loosely tied round her waist.
Her water breaks.
Her hair dishevelled hides her face, but her mouth is spilt in a wicked grin
If you paint her lips red, maybe you can do it again?

It is the mid winter season when the butterflies die.
Everything is covered in white, you crawl out from the well,
The woman laughs presumptuously.

Delusion of the mind's eye VICTIMIZATION
Falopian tubes act rashly VICTIMIZATION
Ovulating response VICTIMIZATION
Courtesan intervention VICTIMIZATION
Cut off my breaking heart VICTIMIZATION
Abort the pleasant chat VICTIMIZATION

Make the sexual desire bloom
Make the desire to be pregnant bloom
Make your desire bloom
Make the dead woman's corpse bloom
Make the coming spring bloom
Make it bloom in Kyoto.