Can't You See? Every Step I Have

Now I Know That Our World Is No More Permanent Than A Wave Rising On The Ocean. Whatever Our Struggles And Triumphs, However We May Suffer Them, All Too Soon They Bleed Into A Wash, Just Like Watery Ink On Paper.

I Could No More Have Stopped Myself From Feeling That Sadness Than You Could Stop Yourself From Smelling An Apple That Has Been Cut Open On The Table Before You.

And Then I Became Aware Of All The Magnificent Silk Wrapped Around My Body, And Had The Feeling I Might Drown In Beauty. At That Moment, Beauty Itself Struck Me As A Kind Of Painful Melancholy.

I Stumbled Out Into The Courtyard To Try To Flee My Misery, But Of Course We Can Never Flee The Misery That Is Within Us.

She Paints Her Face To Hide Her Face. Her Eyes Are Deep Water. It Is Not For Geisha To Want. It Is Not For Geisha To Feel. Geisha Is An Artist Of The Floating World. She Dances, She Sings. She Entertains You, Whatever You Want. The Rest Is Shadows, The Rest Is Secret.