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"Bliss it is to love someone."

Master, did I distract you?

Your sketches won't bring money.

Except if I sell them.

A magazine made me an offer.

This is me.

The bulgy eyes.

It is really me.

And then...

And how much did they pay for it?

$20.

And where is my fee?

Uh?

This is me, isn't it?

Both the model and the artist contributed.

Hey.

Going out.

Master, say it to me.

"Bliss it is to love someone."

I won't.

It would be nice to hear it.

I'd like a man to say it to me.

Waiting.

Waiting.

I won't say it.

Some words can't be uttered.

Master, you're boring.

Old as you are, you shouldn't be shy.

How can you be a writer?

You're quite a sophist.

I don't see what being a writer has to do here.

Where should I go?

Buy a friend at the fish shop...

an eel...

a mackerel...

a rice fish...

a frog...

a ruby fish.

You'll be back for tea?

Lately ruffians are running wild in the neighborhood.

And also...

I forbid you to sneak out from the second floor.

Yet staying here I may soon perish...

bored to death.

You forgot this.

I mustn't.

Thank you.

Listen.

At five o'clock...

the road forks two ways.

One way leads to the remains of the day...

the other to the birth of the night.

If you get confused at that fork...

you may not make it back.

Alright?

Aye aye, sir, I won't be confused at the five o'clock forked road.

I'm going.

"Bliss..."

"Bliss it is..."

Bitter Honey

Nikaido Fumi

Oosugi Ren

Maki Youko

Kan Hanae

Ueda Kouichi, Iwaido Kiyoko Shibukawa Kiyohiko

Kora Kengo

Nagashio Masatoshi

Executive Producers

Producers

Script writer Minato Takehiko a novel of Murou Saisei (1889-1962)

Music

Costumes, accessories, hair

Director Ishii Gakuryu (1957-)

Her Bridal Night

Ouch, it hurts.

Stray cats, they chased me in an open field.

I know that type of cats.

I told you there were ruffians.

What do we do about it?

In fact, ...

I need you to heal it.

Heal it?

You heal it with your saliva.

Your anatomy is so human.

Are you not displaying your fins?

My fins will come out when I relax...

then you'll find a slit that you'll part gently...

there you'll apply saliva until it is well wet.

That will heal the wound.

The split is severe.

Human or gold fish, these spheres are splendid.

Taking care of your buttocks I lose track of time.

One could walk the whole world...

and never find such gentle landscape.

I'd like to draw these too.

Master, what are you doing?

A friend of mine said...

he wanted to take his own life laying on a butt.

Isn't that soft, smooth surface the best heaven to die on?

Nowhere else.

Enough, you're losing your restraint.

Well, mind you...

people reaching the age of 70 or 80

can still be overwhelmed by lust.

Simply, they don't confess it.

Lustfulness is born...

when inadvertently glancing at beauty.

This beauty...

Is the origin of art.

Pervert.

Behind that cloud of lofty arguments...

you can't hide your true nature.

Human or goldfish boys are all the same.

Your sight is blurred...

and your hearing is hard.

One must take care of one's heart...

and in the same measure of one's genitals.

Master.

Anyway, let us commit to the task at hand.

There.

We're done.

You closed it beautifully.

It is even better than before.

Now I am in a bouncy mood.

It is like a fire.

I had a dream yesterday...

a goldfish swimming in the vast ocean...

cruising like a flame...

A goldfish cruising the ocean.

Father.

Father.

Could you bring my medicine?

It is past 5 o'clock and Kazue-chan is not back yet.

See you tomorrow.

Good night.

I'll bring it now.

Literature unlike the other fields of knowledge...

if it doesn't spring from the heart...

it is unable to fulfill its mission.

To the point that sometimes...

despite the opposition of parents or relatives...

even at the risk of losing family ties...

some people surrender to the literary calling.

My love for literature...

dragged me up to Tokyo at 21...

and frankly, I was lost...

in a state of confusion.

Until the age of 30, I didn't get a decent job.

And without any prospect or opportunity...

I kept writing novellas and novels.

Reaching the age of 30...

- But that is my particular experience -...

I had been writing novels for 10 years...

and I felt my well had dried out...

that I was done as a writer.

I felt fettered, hands and feet, desperate.

My literary drive...

had come to exhaustion.

I couldn't find any source of inspiration.

Reaching that dead-end...

was extremely painful.

As I matured...

I couldn't marvel at anything...

nothing was worthy of my interest.

A writer should be curious about the world...

My vision suddenly darkened.

Thank you very much.

Excuse me... if I ask a silly question.

You take water everywhere you go?

I need water at all times.

This gourd belongs to the Master, doesn't it?

Long ago I asked the Master to take a look at my writing.

That was 15 years ago I believe.

Say...

Are you a relative of the Master?

Rather, I would say that I help him at home.

Maybe you could say, I am his secretary.

Secretary? How old are you?

How old could I be?

Probably about 17.

The way you talk, you're so cute.

Your clothes are also very cute.

Does the Master find you cute?

Are you eating together?

Sometimes we even sleep together.

It is so cold, I love it.

I never felt like this before.

Don't press too hard.

You have to stroke my tail very gently.

That's it.

The same way water caresses it.

Say Master...

do you think that in the whole world...

anything surpasses this?

Your tail?

Sorry, please forget what I just said.

Don't be mad if I ask.

With the Master...

do you have a special bond?

That is, when you go to bed at night...

does the master embrace you?

He doesn't.

If he did he would crush me...

because I am so small.

Look at you, you're big enough.

You're attractive...

your breasts are full, it seems.

I can't believe nothing is happening.

Right, the Master does so many things to me...

It's nasty, I tell him that I don't like it.

He shouldn't do that to you.

Maybe it is time to put a stop to it.

Forgive me if I sound too bold, but...

... are you not his lover?

Lover?

May I take a photo?

Ready?...There.

Thank you very much.

Thank you so much.

Thank you... Bye-bye.

I told you not to come.

If I am not in the audience you can't even talk.

Master, we have a visit.

Who?

Are you ready?

One... two... three.

I'm going.

Let's go.

That lady's name was Tamura.

Who?

Lady Tamura Yuriko.

Tamura?

You should know her.

She was there just a while ago.

What kind of person is she?

Her kimono is like Lady Moon...

all white, she is beautiful.

She has a scar here.

I know Lady Tamura Yuriko.

However...

I can't figure how she could appear today...

since she died...

twelve years ago.

It seems her heart stopped.

She died alone far from home.

Her cold body...

had been stripped of her wristwatch.

The culprit was finally caught.

But you don't know her...

why would someone pull that trick on you?

What was she writing about?

Her close male friends...

she was scared of their growing intimacy.

That style of writings.

You know that kind of intimacy.

Look, the water is getting dirty.

Poor little things. Change the water, please.

Sorry, it skipped my mind today.

You are lying.

The little goldfish say this water is a week old.

When you change it, please add a pinch of salt.

Salt.

Don't you love salt, little guys?

They're exhausted, just a sprinkle will do them good.

Alright, let’s go.

I look at the long dresses of my friends...

and I understand why you find me so cute.

They laughed.

Did you hear it?

Come on.

I am too old.

Wait.

Wait.

Master, Lady Yuriko said...

That you are seeking pleasure.

Pleasure?

The kind lovers engage in.

Is that true?

Enough.

People have spread all sorts of rumors about me.

When you saw Lady Yuriko...

your eyes softened.

And the Lady too...

at that moment, exuded the scent of flowers.

Master, please take me as your lover.

Lover?

It is good.

A month for women is like a day for me.

In a blink they turn into grandmas.

You should make the most of your short life.

Would you be my lover or not?

You know you'll die soon...

then I'll immediately jump into your mouth...

and tear off your golden teeth.

I'll have them made into jewels.

Just die, you'll see.

My mouth will stay alive and gulp you.

The dead have no strength...

I'd be strong enough to find my way out.

As one gets old...

the mind immerses in fantasies.

Myself, I am about to...

sleep with a goldfish.

Alright then...

It is a deal, now we are lovers.

And now you must say you love me.

Now, I'll receive so many presents.

A necklace.

A bag.

A watch.

Dresses.

Look Master...

I would swim towards you and then swiftly upward...

up to your mouth where I'd stop...

and there we'd kiss, wouldn't we?

How should I call you, now?

Let's give you a name.

Wait.

Red Winnifred.

Red Winnifred?

Winnifred the red goldfish.

It is perfect.

When we kiss I'd like you to suck me in.

This way I'll jump into your stomach for a spin and back.

Are you ready?

Goldfish are always passionate.

Even our inside is all red.

Tonight, will be my bridal night.

Take particular care of me.

You went to the second floor.

I am sorry.

Those big eyes...

You got scared?

The Lady of the house never goes to the second floor?

Right.

She has been asleep for 19 years.

You know...

I dreamed about Akutagawa.

The author of the novel Rashomon?

Yes.

After the Great Tokyo earthquake, we came back to the village...

and he was there on a trip.

Let's go to that place.

That was in 1923.

Three years before he committed suicide.

After him, many writers committed suicide.

But he was the only one who died that way.

"A drop at the tip of my nose"

I don't understand his last verse...

but I think his death...

was a pure literary act.

If he saw me thus with a goldfish...

certainly...

Mr. Akutagawa...

would laugh at me.

I want to stay within your arms...

I dread the moment I will have to get out.

Just as if I was pregnant of you.

Even in death I'd like to be with you.

How can a goldfish turn that way?

I don't want you to die.

I am selling goldfish.

Hey, the Three-Year-Old.

Long time no see, Sir.

You won the jackpot...

grandpa is about to kick the bucket...

you'll be there to collect.

The Master is not about to die.

And he does everything I tell him.

He's using you much, you've weakened.

Three-Year-Old is the lady of the house.

Yet you've only just started in life.

Listen.

Uh?

Could you look behind me?

Who is that?

I'll tell you later.

Let me dive back home an instant.

Alright.

Welcome.

A beautiful fish, a lovely one.

One that swims and one that flies.

They swim like fireworks.

Would you like to buy a cute goldfish?

No.

A baby goldfish, a goldfish princess...

You scared me.

My heart skipped a beat.

Serves you well, why do you follow me?

It is a coincidence.

A coincidence, really?

And our previous encounter?

I am sorry, I was rude that day.

Tell me Lady...

You are a ghost, aren't you?

In olden days, ghosts would stay under willow trees...

but you wander around in broad day light.

A beautiful ghost is always welcome.

You shouldn't interfere, Sir.

And you're not a ghost?

I am alive and bouncy.

You've so changed, such a lady.

What is this?

Oh.

What are you?

Originally, I was just a $3 goldfish.

The Master too plays with it.

He dotes so much on me, he is like a puppy in my hand.

He is like that.

He has a little fish in a bowl...

and watches it all day long.

You seem to know him.

I've known him much longer than you have.

Modern ghosts are such gossipers.

Forgive me for asking but...

isn't your species a descendant of the vulgar carassius?

Those dredging the bottom of muddy rivers.

You have so evolved...

to become what you are now.

I have to tell you, the Master and I love each other, now.

What? Are you serious?

Such bond is against nature...

one could call you a monster.

The jealous monster is angry...

Jealousy, jealousy.

It is not like that...

I can't control where I'll appear next.

I do believe you know what you're doing.

Don't you have that feeling...

that you so dearly want to meet someone.

For me it causes my sudden appearance near that person.

There.

Thank you.

He is going to the cinema.

He goes several times a week.

Just as I thought, you're a kid.

The Master hasn't watched a movie for two months.

Two months?

Master, you are so bad.

The song a woman sings when she is free...

is beauty itself.

I always want more of it.

Thank you.

Come in quickly.

The night is coming soon.

It is 5 o'clock.

The forked road.

The Master tells the same story to all of us.

Lady, could you show me the way?

Don't forget to leave a trail of droplets.

You'll be able to return.

You see, the Master can't say no.

Especially to a lady.

(Story of Romances) (Tamura Yuriko)

It is possible that, that lady...

I wish I hadn't become his lover.

Oh, you did?

I spent my days thinking about a man.

I can't stand it anymore.

I can't stand it.

Exactly... you're right.

Men believe women are obsessed with men.

They're wrong.

When we wash our face in the morning.

When we put makeup on.

During a walk, a meal...

- it is theoretical but -...

even in the coffin.

We're always thinking about them.

Even as a ghost it is still true?

When did their romance start?

I came back to this world...

exactly two months ago.

It seemed someone had dearly summoned me.

The Master?

I don't know.

But...

wherever the Master hides...

I can't enter.

He is hiding?

For example, you...

or the apartment earlier...

when a place is secret.

What happened to the Master two months ago?

What men do...

when they feel lonely...

they do not seek comfort with just one woman.

It is a novel about a man who sees three women in turn.

One cannot just make up such story, it requires experience.

My mother was a concubine.

My father had many women.

My mother's children were illegitimate.

Whomever I write about, I meet in my heart, I talk to them.

This is the only experience I have.

Master.

Yes.

What happened two months ago?

When I met you.

Look...

You were walking under that apricot tree.

I called you...

You told me you'd taken this shape...

and that you'd never been so happy.

That's how I met my cute little princess.

That was two months ago.

I'm going out.

Eh?

Where are you going?

The cinema.

What are you going to watch?

Haven’t decided yet.

Take me with you.

Cinemascope is not good for you...

your eyes would spin frantically...

you'd have spells of dizziness.

A perfect day for the cinema.

Be a nice girlfish.

Good morning.

Good morning.

Miss, please come.

You look so pretty today.

Please, have a look.

It is a red pearl female.

She is alone.

Such a beautiful flower...

that has no opportunity to bloom.

Since you look so pretty...

you'll have a special price.

Her face is so amicable.

Her cute little round butt, so bouncy.

You have good taste.

Right, this ass...

forgive my language...

these charming buttocks...

even Brigitte Bardot would be envious.

"If I died..."

"I want to be washed away in a river."

That is what she said.

When you've raise goldfish all your life...

you can understand their language.

Some people write about her.

Good Luck.

You'll succeed.

Little Three-Year-Old.

Welcome.

Our project is proceeding well.

The road will probably be macadamized this year.

Tack-a-tam-tack-a-tam (Wheels on tarmac)

That road will bring a new wind to the town.

For you.

Thank you.

Would you like green tea?

I'd rather have barley tea.

Sure.

I just bought her.

Look you're published.

'Bitter Honey' novel.

The same exactly.

Surprisingly, they are sensitive creatures.

Handle her with care.

Alright.

When she gets weak...

touch her tail gently.

Alright.

The girl in the novel is cute and odd...

sometimes she utters strange words.

I had you in mind.

I don't believe you.

I don't have that girlish attitude.

But you influenced me.

As I get old I come closer to my young age...

I feel so blessed.

I owe it to you.

The smile you're always offering me.

The watchmaker's daughter...

My late sister...

a girl I loved when I was young...

All of them...

were reflections of you.

But we've just met.

I would die for you, Master.

Master.

Today is a lucky day.

Let's do it.

Master... Master.

Let me be your destiny.

For you... wait.

It hurts, it hurts.

It hurts.

What is this doing here?

I'm sorry.

Despite your delicate appearance...

you, young women are bullies.

You may have ruined my last erection.

I'm really sorry.

It is your fault.

Enough, I want to go back.

And this goldfish.

Send her back.

She makes me uncomfortable.

I'm sorry.

Why was she crying?

She was like a buried flower.

Is she alone at night?

She falls asleep at night...

thinking about the master.

I hate loneliness.

I've always been alone.

And in the end, the Master too will.

Did the master strip you of your watch?

No, the person who offered it to me, did.

That person...

After stealing my watch...

offered it to another woman.

He made her happy.

Until this day she ignores it is mine.

This is so sad.

This is the world.

I will heal you.

I healed the Master ulcer, I licked him.

You're so warm.

I have a great idea.

Would you become my friend?

Your friend?

I am a ghost.

We can't meddle with people.

But you're not cold, you're quite warm.

Your chest is also warm.

Right.

Let us be friends.

Let us play. What game would you like?

Look at this.

Good morning.

You're back really late.

You don't even greet me?

Master, you're a perverted idiot.

How can you keep a straight face after kissing that girl?

What should I do?

I've met her after you.

She is a poor girl.

Her father died in the war.

Her name is Maruko.

I don't want to hear her name.

You sneaked into her home...

although she took you in with such kindness.

You're showing ingratitude.

Don't try to confuse me, I know what you did.

I'll tell it to the Lady.

Absurd. How does a Goldfish threaten people?

That is unheard of.

You serve all your women the same lies...

I'm not a kid anymore.

That is so undignified of a writer.

'Undignified'? Such a big word in your small mouth.

Because I'm just a girlfish?

These are yours, I've read them all.

The Master's books are so exciting...

filled with fictitious experiences and characters.

Unlike you I have great achievement.

Where's your humility?

Literature requires one to believe in oneself.

Splendid.

You give eminent lectures for an audience of students...

while I'm just a small fish hiding under a rock.

Now you feel good about yourself...

isolated in your little bubble.

Sorry to impose.

You'd want me to remain a fictitious character...

but the little goldfish is poisoning your life, serves you well.

You found the one fish who won't stand your game.

Your feet are heavy and rough...

you can't even swim with these.

your breath smells like putrid water.

You have age spots all over your belly.

I'll reincarnate as a whale.

I'll take you on my back.

I'll take you for a nap on the ocean.

You won't be able to get back to that woman.

You'll die on my back.

And then I'll be happy.

I love you so much.

It's all white.

Tuberculosis...

I'll refer you to the university hospital...

go there soon.

I have work to do.

Famous writers have ample time.

You won't have to wait in line...

you'll have the rest of the day for your work.

We survived the Great Earthquake and the American raids.

The remainder of our lives was a grace...

don't you think?

Master.

Would you like green tea?

Barley tea please.

Thank you.

Master.

I need to tell you something.

I want a child with you.

A goldfish will impregnate me...

but the offspring will be your child.

You will go purchase a goldfish...

with whom I will mate.

Yuriko did not leave anything behind...

but I want... -No.

Why?

This is not in my plans.

Plans are what we make them to be.

Figure it...

while it grows in here...

every day, every night, you could massage it, stroke it.

And if you give it much love...

that egg will turn into a child looking just like you.

You'll have to raise him with much care...

and feed him water fleas.

Your mind puzzles the human intellect.

Anyway, I don't want you to mate.

I'll do it without your consent.

Then don't even consult me.

Goldfish mating is none of my business.

However...

it hurts my feelings.

How about my feelings?

Your feelings are taking you too far.

You mean, you wouldn't want to raise an ugly fish.

Are you saying we are ugly?

You don't find me cute anymore? -Of course I do.

Find yourself a younger girlfish...

if I've grown too old for your taste.

It's not like that.

You should look at yourself in the mirror...

you'll see your flaccid ass...

and you'll go hang yourself.

This is too much.

You asked a question, so let me answer.

Did you not tacitly answer me?

Are you going to take a younger girlfish?

I won't...

ever again in my life.

You're the only one.

Where are you going?

I'll go find myself a mate.

Find a mate?

I'll do it.

I am going to mate.

Just pray that I will find a handsome fish.

Don't go mate.

Don't.

You can't mate...

No, don't, don't mate.

"I'll find myself a mate." -"Find a mate? "

I will die soon.

Don't refrain on account of me.

Look at you...

You look even sicker than I do.

The poor girl died of tuberculosis at 26.

I know.

That is why I am here.

She was born during the earthquake...

How is your daughter?

She is fine now.

You wrote a best-seller depicting your divorce with her.

A shameless piece of work.

Mr. Akutagawa.

How is the gentleman on the other side?

I saw him once.

As usual he was very argumentative.

It is hard to believe he's dead.

You want to know what he said about you?

Tell me.

"He was better than me at that time."

The resentment you harbored toward me...

was still fresh in my heart.

It crucified me like Christ, opened a new way.

Very kind of you.

You disdained me.

And that disdain...

even after you died...

I could still feel it upon me.

It helped me break through my limitations.

You were so far above me, unreachable.

I had to get there...

I wrote with that goal in mind.

And that...

was a beacon for me.

To this motivation I owe...

that I am still writing today.

I am grateful.

I am not sure to grasp what you mean.

Let us have a drink.

The only way for you is upward.

I know.

I will climb, you'll see.

I'll show you.

With my words...

with literature.

I still have good years in me.

You've always had this strength to brazen it out.

Your determination does you honor...

but I've heard "One can't escape death and taxes".

You should go to the hospital soon.

Right.

The days are getting shorter.

Right.

'Right, right', don't you have something meaningful to say?

Right.

I heard it.

It is Lady Tamura.

She is calling you.

You hear her beautiful voice?

She is coming.

Lately...

I could feel her presence every evening.

Listen.

Lady?

Lady Tamura.

Lady, wait.

Lady.

You finally came to visit us.

I am sorry, my body appears here of its own.

Goodness.

I am due in spring.

The egg is full.

Really? Congratulations.

Thank you.

Please Lady, come with me.

No... I can't.

It is all fine...

The Master and I will welcome you.

I am grateful for your kindness...

but I have business to...

You can protest as you like...

but I am bringing you home.

But...

Lady.

Alright, then.

I'll greet him today.

Really?

I'll go and tell the Master.

Then...

Could I you borrow your lipstick?

I cannot offer the Master such pale complexion.

Lipstick is the highlight of a woman.

Please wait, I'll bring it now.

Wait right here.

Please wait.

Tell me.

You have lost that childish attitude.

Because...

soon I'll be a mother.

Master.

Please, greet her.

She is Tamura Yuriko.

Are you shy?

Come on, let's go.

Let's go.

Let's go.

This woman does not exist.

What are you saying?

You see...

you read about Lady Tamura in one of my scripts.

Hence you made up that ghost.

There is no limit to your silliness.

Then...

who is standing there?

You see, people...

have a talent to give flesh...

to the fantasies of their mind.

Especially...

writers.

Now, let's go back.

The sun aggravates my condition.

Lady, wait.

You said you wanted a baby.

Then take full responsibility.

Lady, wait.

Lady.

Lady, wait.

You know...

I always thought the Master was summoning me into this world.

I thought he wanted to see me.

Of course, he wants to see you.

That was a fantasy of mine.

But now I fully understand.

You're wrong.

The Master is shy...

he is an idiot...

a perfect idiot.

Why is there so much misery?

Yet a woman has been blessed...

right here.

When I...

was alive, maybe I was a ghost.

Give birth to a healthy baby.

Lady.

Lady Tamura.

When the weather is warm...

please visit me again.

I'll be there...

waiting for you.

I'll wait for you.

Don't forget.

What are you doing?

I enjoyed your hospitality.

I am leaving this house.

It is a silly decision.

Wait.

Wait.

Wait, wait.

Wait.

You're a wild girlfish.

If I am wild, what are you?

A disgusting grandpa coughing his lungs out.

Don't despise old age...

It is no big deal.

People always said I was over...

and I always came back.

I have nothing to fear.

You should be ashamed.

Stupid girl.

This time the story ends like a fairy tale.

You won't have the last word.

Despite your actions, it all ends well.

Tying the knot with a goldfish...

a long blissful union.

Suit yourself.

I will go now.

Are you leaving?

Didn't I give you everything you wanted?

Didn't I cherish you and your egg.

Were you not happy?

You told me what to be...

I acted according to your expectations...

I did not realize...

that it wasn't my true self.

You don't have a self at all.

I am not your puppet.

So, what are you?

Red Winnifred?

You are just a small goldfish in a bowl.

The life you live...

is all animated by the words I write...

What will you do?

Without me...

you will not exist at all.

Red Winnifred.

You don’t understand women’s heart.

I don't understand women.

I don't...

I write novels to try to understand them.

The heart of a girlfish is even more obscure.

Do not touch me.

It saddens me to look at you...

you bring up the bitterness in my life.

Where is my life?

Tell me.

You were insignificant, I took you in.

You're mean.

More mean than human women.

All my love...

what I wrote for you...

Once you're gone I'll be left with nothing.

You're mean, mean, mean.

You're mean, you're too mean, mean.

You're really mean.

If I'm so mean...

I'd better take that meanness with me to the grave.

You are vulgar...

You're a monster.

I should never have taken you in.

Wait.

Wait.

Just wait.

Please, wait.

I get it, I get it.

You are a goldfish.

You can't live without me.

I don't have...

long to live.

I am sick.

Could you be with me...

until the end?

Grant his wish to an old man.

I wrote and I fought with all my heart.

My heart is worn out.

You are the last.

The last...

Don't leave me...

I'll be lonely.

Please, stay... I am begging you.

Father.

Father.

Master.

Goodbye.

A kid did it...

he kicked her like a stone on the road.

I realized...

this could well be the fish...

that you were keeping.

She lived a while longer...

I threw her into the sink.

Where is her offspring?

I released it from the bridge downtown.

From the bridge?

Yes.

It will grow in the ocean.

Otherwise...

the stray cats would have caught it...

so, I took it to the bridge.

Thank you for coming.

What do I do with her?

I will offer her...

a proper funeral.

I saw...

something strange...

on my way here.

I saw a flying flame...

like the soul of Three-Year-Old goldfish.

I wanted to tell her...

"Take me with you."

Goldfish, goldfish.

Goldfish, goldfish.

Goldfish, goldfish.

You have to go to the hospital now.

Yes, I'll go now.

Master.

How long are you going to be distracted?

"Bliss it is...

to love someone."

Eric Paroissien Translation

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