All language subtitles for Ko Nakahira - Suna no ue no shokubutsu-gun AKA Flora on the Sand (1964).engl

A NIKKATSU PRESENTATION

FLORA ON THE SAND

FLORA ON THE SAND
In this painting of various squares,

FLORA ON THE SAND

FLORA ON THE SAND
the translucent warm hues and
orderly squares create an odd harmony

FLORA ON THE SAND

FLORA ON THE SAND
and stabilize it like it's hanging
in the air.

FLORA ON THE SAND

FLORA ON THE SAND
But what chaos would appear

FLORA ON THE SAND

FLORA ON THE SAND
if an intense striking red
were thrown into this painting?

FLORA ON THE SAND

FLORA ON THE SAND
Not only in the painting,
but in the viewers' minds,

FLORA ON THE SAND

FLORA ON THE SAND
how would the image fragments develop?

FLORA ON THE SAND

Clouds over Bor

Planning: Shizuo Sakagami
Original Story:
Junnosuke Yoshiyuki
Clouds over Bor

Clouds over Bor

Screenplay: Ichiro Ikeda,
Akira Kato, Ko Nakahira
Clouds over Bor

Clouds over Bor

Cinematography:
Yoshihiro Yamazaki
Lighting: Masahiro Takashima
Clouds over Bor

Fire Wind

Art Direction: Yasuhiro Otsuru
Music: Toshiro Mayuzumi
Fire Wind

Fire Wind

Recording: Fumio Hashimoto
Editing: Osamu Inoue
Fire Wind

Black Still at the Place

Starring
Black Still at the Place

Black Still at the Place

Noboru Nakaya
Kazuko Inano
Mieko Nishio
Black Still at the Place

Before the Snow

Masaya Takahashi
Kimiko Fukuda
Teruko Kishi
Before the Snow

Before the Snow

Setsuko Amamiya
Reiko Tanigawa
Kikuyo Suda
Fumiko Arita
Makiko Aoi
Before the Snow

The Place of the Twins

Asao Koike
Hiroshi Fujino
The Place of the Twins

The Place of the Twins

Takashi Koshiba
Tatsuya Hamaguchi
Kinzo Shin
The Place of the Twins

Both Lost Their Way

Directed by:
Ko Nakahira
Both Lost Their Way

There's a narrow park by
the water near the port.

Ichiro Igi, cosmetics salesman.

He is about to recall something.

An idea for a mystery.
Its prologue.

"The Weapon." A dying man and
his young wife who nurses him.

Even after the man dies,
he won't stop being the protagonist.

His wife was always faithful to him.

But the seams and gaps of her demeanor

exude a warm sexuality
like secretions.

She might not realize it now,

but the accumulation of cells glowing
dim like lava will arouse her someday.

The protagonist envies the man
who will monopolize his wife.

He begins to hate this man
whom he knows nothing about.

and he secretly swears revenge
against him.

Of course, revenge means killing
the man monopolizing her.

To do so, she must become the weapon.

This prologue has a certain meaning
for him.

It's the relationship between him
and his late father.

Your father died how many years ago?

I think it's been 22... no, 23 years now.

Time flies. 30-something years
was way too young.

but he worked and lived it up,

so he left nothing undone
in his short lifetime.

I hear he loved food and women.

Yeah, he sure lived flamboyantly.

Mr. Yamada, were my father
and Emiko intimate?

Emiko?

You mean your wife?

Well, she was stunning back then
and he used to paint her.

So did they have relations?

Relations?

Sexual relations.

Are you kidding?
She was just a kid.

No, she was 17 years old.

17 years old?

I guess if she were a geisha,
she'd be old enough to come of age.

But Emiko was a proper young woman.

Don't play innocent.
It's no big deal.

I just want to know the truth.

I'm not. I've just never
considered it before.

So Emiko was 17...

My father would have been 34
at the time. I was 14.

I see.

I guess he could have done it, but...

How old are you now, by the way?

I'm 37.

My father died at 34.

Oh, so...

You're older than your father now?

I guess you're right.

So he was really sowing
his wild oats.

You're the spitting image of your
late father. Exactly alike.

It's been 23 years since you died,

but you're still hanging around.

This tower is 106 m high.

The observatory is 100 m
above ground.

The Yokohama Marine Tower overlooks
the ships and harbor.

This tower was completed on
January 15, 1961 to commemorate...

Say something.
Why don't you say something?

The glitter is pretty like your eyes.

The headlights are moving to and fro.

They're lively like your mouth.

I love nighttime.

It's got a romantic air like you.

I love romantic things.

Mind your own business!

It's uncalled-for.

That lipstick is uncalled-for.

Why?

No man would approve
of such garish lips.

Nobody is usually here at this hour.
Only you.

Is that so bad?

You shouldn't be here, yet you
criticize me, so it's uncalled for.

High school girls don't need lipstick.

At the foot of the tower, I take out
lipstick and slather it on.

Then, I come up here and
gaze at the city like this.

I gaze at it knowing that
I have bright red lips.

So I'm wearing this lipstick
for myself.

That's why it's so gaudy.

Why?

No reason.

Let's go dancing.
Take me out.

I can't dance.
Let's go have coffee.

I don't want coffee.
Let's go drink.

Let's go have drinks.

You're a beautiful girl.

Are you really in high school?

I'm a senior.

Oh, well. We'll go for drinks.

What?
You sound reluctant.

Lots of men come after me.

You must be glad to be with me, too.

Just take off that lipstick.

I should keep it on if we're drinking.

Nobody brings suitcases
to that tower.

Were you traveling?

No.

What's in it?

Tell me what's in it.

Cosmetics.

Cosmetics? Lipstick, too?

I've got lipstick, too.

What else is in it?

Nothing else. It belongs
to a cosmetics salesman.

So you've got lots of lipsticks
in there?

I guess so.

But you complain when I wear lipstick.
How strange.

This is starting to be fun.

You're beautiful.

And you're no longer a kid.

No.

No... no...

I'm scared... I'm scared...

What's the matter?

I don't know.
It's different than usual.

No way...

I'm leaving.

I should know your address.

Then, should I tell you where I live?

No, it doesn't matter.

What do you want?

I'm sorry. Wrong person.

Oh, Igi? It's Imura.
Kogure died.

Was he sick?

An accident.
He died in the mountains.

Tonight's his wake.
Let's meet at Kogure's.

Mr. Igi.

My condolences.

I'm his younger sister Yasuko.

Yasuko?
I didn't recognize you at all.

I don't blame you.
I've gained weight, haven't I?

I'd heard that you'd gotten married.

Well, yes, but my husband died
two years ago.

Then, I suddenly began gaining weight.

Anyway, it's been so long.
Has it been, what, 15 years now?

You're all middle-aged gentlemen.

I'm shocked. You never know
when or how a woman changes.

But Yasuko's case is an exception.

Her husband died and she got fat.

It's as if she's filling up the house,

so she must have been oppressed.

Does it bother you?

Of course.
I had a crush on her.

We all had crushes on her.

But it doesn't look like her husband
exerted too much control over her.

In fact, their bond was probably weak.

- You think so?
- Yes, I do.

Wake up.

What's wrong with you?

You're not dead, are you?

Wake up.

Emiko. You can tell me now.

You slept with my father.

Not that again.
I keep telling you no.

I don't mind.
It doesn't matter if you did.

I just want to know the truth.

Don't be absurd.
A policeman is here.

You're Mr. Ichiro Igi?

Yes.

What is it?

Do you know Seiichi Imura?

Imura?

What about Imura?

He's being kept in custody.

He named you as his guarantor,
so please come pick him up.

What did he do?

Attempted rape.

I was unlucky.
No, I gave in to an urge.

Yesterday was the day Kogure died.

It was?

Maybe that's why.

I recalled his wake last night.
So it was his death day.

I'd had a few drinks for work
and was heading home.

I thought about Kogure's wake,
then about Yasuko.

The slender, shy girl of 15 years ago.

The memories flashed before my eyes.

Before i knew it, I felt young again.

I used to grope women
when I was in college.

I never told anyone,
but those were my glory days.

But you used to be so shy.

Oh, you've never groped
anyone before.

Well, no. I've never done
anything like that.

I can understand.
Gropers are shy.

Groping is the culmination
of smoldering emotions.

It was the same as in college.

Curiously, women don't avoid
the palms that feel them up.

But I used to be a virgin back then.

My palm was loaded with longing,
even plea, for the unknown.

I tried to feel the existence of women
in its entirety.

I guess women could sense
the earnestness of my longing.

I see.

But not all gropers are so serious,
are they?

There must be the casual ones.

Sure, they existed.
And some of them were masters.

In a crowded train...

She didn't collapse because it was
packed, but some master made her limp.

That's amazing.

She was amazing, too. She just
gave herself up and fell over.

Such physical contact should only last
until either of you get off,

and the etiquette is to stop there.

But I broke that rule yesterday.

So I guess I was the one in the wrong.

Help!

This man is trying to rape me!

That's preposterous.

The woman called back in the morning.

Said that she'd been so scared
that she hallucinated it all.

So they let me go.

What a bitch.

No, I thought about it overnight,
and she was right.

Such acts belong in adolescence
as a twisted desire for women.

A desire towards men exist
in women's hearts, too.

So these desires come together
as if possessed.

It's something that has to end
when reality sets in.

I felt so middle-aged
when I realized that.

Middle-aged, huh?

You're all middle aged gentlemen.

Baby's Breath Seeds

Wow, you still have these?
They bring back memories.

They do, don't they?

Flowers will cover our yard
if you plant them all.

Oh. It never occurred to me
to plant them.

I'm speechless.

But our tiny yard overrun with
cheap flowers isn't a bad idea.

White baby's breath...

The words are too small to read.

Maybe my eyes are aging.

Your eyes are aging?
Wear glasses, then.

Wear them on your nose.

Botanical name, Gypsophila.

Clusters of white five-petaled flowers
form on hair-thin stems,

resembling the lost veil
or gossamer robe of a goddess.

Called "mist grass"
from its hazy appearance.

An easy-to-grow annual plant often
used as filler to flower bouquets,

even the charming dahlia gives way to
its elegance in the world of floristry.

This is so out of touch with the times
and graceful.

The gossamer robe of a goddess, huh?

How odd.
Why is this so interesting?

When to sow the seeds.
Between the spring equinox to May.

The language of flowers, "My heart
calms naturally when I'm with you".

What a long expression.

Salvia.

In the language of flowers,
"Burning with expectation".

Marigold.

"Sadness of farewell".

Spider flower.

"Not as bad as expected".

Cockscomb.

"An affected snob".

White moon vine.

"Putting on airs".

What are you doing?

Zinnia.

"Thinking of an absent friend".

They won't take roof at all
if you sow them like that.

I wasn't sowing them.

What, then?

Hey, you slept with my father, right?

Not that again.

Breakfast is ready.
You'll be late.

I didn't think I'd see you today.

You're still wearing lipstick.

I'd been coming here every day.

Why?

I wanted to ask you a favor.

Let's leave.

No.

Why not? You're the one
who asked me out before.

I don't want to anymore.

Let's just leave first.

No, I want to go home.
Let me go.

No, I said no!

Why?
You want me to do you a favor.

This isn't what I had in mind.

You don't have to cry.

You've got such pretty eyelashes.

Tell me your name.

Today I want to know.
I'm Akiko Tsugami.

Igi. Ichiro Igi.

Mr. Igi, you noticed, didn't you?

That I was a virgin.

It was a load on my mind.
Kind of like your suitcase.

I had a reason it was a burden.
I wanted to lose it.

What reason?

I see. So that's what you wanted
to talk to me about.

What do you want?

I want you to seduce my older sister.

I want you to hurt her.

I want someone I know to hurt her.
Then, tell me about it.

The Steel Hammer

This is The Steel Hammer.

Kyoko? One moment.

Hello?

Oh, it's you, Akiko.

Wait until I get home.

Welcome.

What's your name?

I'm Kyoko.
"Kyo" as in "Kyoto".

No wonder.

You're refined.

Oh my.

What's your last name?

Who cares about such a thing?

What if it were the same as mine?

What if it were?

You'd be like my wife.

Oh.

So what's your last name?

Tsugami.

It's not very common,
so it couldn't be the same.

What's yours?

I'm Igi.

What an unusual name.

You'd never meet people by that name.

No, I've never met anyone.

The whites of your eyes are gray.

The whites of your eyes are pale gray.

Really? Is that off-putting?

No, it turns me on.

It does?

It makes me want to hurt you.

By the way...

Kyoko.

Excuse me.

Like a steel hammer drowns in water,

drinkers shall drown
in their liquor.

My sister is like my parent.

She works at a bar
to pay for my tuition.

She keeps telling me that women
should be pure and chaste.

That's why I'd been careful about
being around boys even in school.

But she enters a motel
with a man during the day

and still insists that I be virginal,
thinking I don't know.

So I wanted to get rid of it.
No wonder, right?

But...

you only saw her
enter the motel once, right?

Once is enough, isn't it?

Maybe it was her boyfriend.

She can go to a motel with her lover.

I couldn't interfere
if she has a boyfriend.

On the other hand, if she were really
sleeping around like you say,

then it'd be meaningless
for me to seduce her.

I want you to hurt her.
I want someone I know to hurt her.

Is this a fetish?

No. There's a guy who kisses me
like a lunatic.

Who is he?

I can't say.

Is he young?

No, not young.

Is he old?

He's about your age.

Is he the only one who does it?

Yes.

You sleep with anybody?

You sleep with any man who pays you.

That's why you're sleeping with me.

You're just like a whore.

These aren't hickeys.

Liar.

Sorry.

Someone grabbed you like this.

You begged him to do it.

Do it harder, you said.

Are you pregnant?

No, I'm not.

It always happens
when I get really excited.

It's just how I am.

It's a white tear.

This tasted different.

You're done so I'll tell you,
but it's a bit unusual.

What is?

This eel restaurant is a tiny place
run by a brother and sister.

They've nailed down the front door
and all the windows.

They're husband and wife.

The kitchen's open,
but they never let anyone in.

They live by delivery only.

And they refuse to serve
the eel liver.

They probably eat it raw
all by themselves.

Why did you want to meet in the park?

I wanted to see the sunset.

To see the sunset?
How romantic.

Yes.

Today's sunset is romantic, all right.

Your body makes it romantic.

Whenever I see the red sunset,

a feeling like pent-up anger wells up.

That's frightening.

Today's the first time

the sunset looks so beautiful to me.

It's a little cold.

I want you to hurt her.

I want you to hurt her.

Tie me up.

Tie my arms loosely.

So you do have a fetish.

No. But tie me.

Oh, no. I forgot.

Your lighter?

Your memo pad?

I forgot to untie the knots
in the belts.

Oh, silly.

The Igi Family

Not that again.
I keep telling you no.

Black Still at the Place

I'm sorry. I can't always come
to you right away.

Why not?

He's one of our best customers.

Akira Umemura, the actor?

That's right.

So celebrities come here, huh?

Who else comes here?

Well... the novelist Kotaro Hanada does.

Hanada comes here?

I've got one on this side, too.

You can't play around for a while.

No, not until this bruise disappears.

And I have to wear kimonos.

It's on fire.
It's burning red.

While the bruise is still there,
it's always burning.

Even if you're with another man?

That's right.

You think about the man who did it?

Not that I think about him per se,

but the trace of that person
creeps into the burning feeling.

Did you sleep with Akira Umemura?
Did you?

How about Hanada?

Hey, Igi.
You come here, too? Join us.

Thanks for the other day.

Oh, you two know each other?

Yeah, we're old friends.

He's a good friend of mine.

What's wrong?

Don't touch me there.

Why not?

Just don't.

An erogenous zone or something?
Weird.

You look so handsome
when you're smoking.

That's what I always think.

You probably smoke after you do it,
don't you?

I imagine that's what
you must look like then.

What a risky topic.
We have a groper amongst us.

A woman will be coming
to this room shortly,

and she's not a pro by any means.

So please promise something.

From tomorrow,

even if you happen to see her
around town somewhere,

please don't ever talk to her.
Thank you very much in advance.

I understand how Imura feels.

Kyoko got me back there.
Maybe I'll go grope someone, too.

You can't ask her out?
That's not like you.

And yet she says tempting things.

Come to think of it,
she has a sexy way of moving.

She has a melancholy sex appeal.
And she seems loose.

Maybe she's sleeping with that actor.

Really?

It's just a hunch.

When do squids lay eggs?

- You mean firefly squids?
- No, the big kind.

When do the white clumps
fill their bodies?

That's from mid-March to end of April.

Give me two more.

I want to have sex with twins.

The same faces and bodies on either
side. Or on the top and bottom.

Sounds like fun.

Let's go be perverted.

Go where?

I found an interesting place.
I want to share it with you.

A wicked guy like you
finds this place interesting?

An underground film or show?

Sort of, but it's a bit different.

And that small difference is key.

I know.
Women and animals going at it?

"Red and white", huh?

The take that the small difference
between human and beast is key.

But no.
Bestiality is pretty depressing.

I've seen a few movies, but they suck.

But I remember one good scene, though.

A woman is luring a bulldog,
but it doesn't care.

Eventually, the dog looks back
at the camera in a close-up,

and it has this pitiful look
on its fierce face

Like it's saying,
"Why must I do this"?

That woman needs to show herself.

She meets spectators, which means that
we're already accomplices.

No, maybe it means we're the victims.

Tie me.

Tie me up.

Who's there?

You've lost your appetite lately.

Nobody nibbles at that like you.

Mr. Igi, you're awful.
You were supposed to tell me.

It's you. But I didn't know
how to meet you.

I was at that tower every day.

Oh.

You didn't try to get in touch
for two months.

Oh. Two months has passed already?

Yes, two months has passed.

You said you saw Kyoko enter a motel.
What did the man look like?

I don't remember.

How old was he?

I don't know.

Was he tall or short?

I don't know.

You must know that much.

Don't wear lipstick with
your uniform.

Oops.

So did you hurt Kyoko?

Hurt her?

Let's go to a motel.
I'll hurt you.

Such nasty eyes.
I meant Kyoko.

Let's go to a motel.

What's wrong with you?
Didn't you seduce her?

Let's go.

No, you're dirty.

Like this?

No lipstick.

Oh.

Like this?

Naughty. It's been a week
and you want me to wear this?

No, don't.

Who did you sleep with this week?

Nobody.

How many times?

Not once.

You're pregnant.

No. I told you it's how I am.

Don't lie to me.

I'm not lying.
My belly's flat, isn't it?

Yeah, it's still flat.

See?

What were you doing this week?

"You know what".

You get it, don't you?

Don't lie to me.

Soon, you'll stop lactating.

Whose kid is it?

Whose kid is this for?

Tie me.

I love you, Mr. Igi.

I love how you always seem
to be struggling in the dark.

After we parted the other day,
I bled profusely at home.

As I crouched down and bled,

I kept thinking how much I love you.

Mr. Yamada.

Were my father and Emiko intimate?

I really don't think
there was anything between them.

I would have known it if there were.

He had other things to worry about.

I heard there was a geisha
named Chiyomi.

Yes, he loved her very much.

She had a baby girl, right?

Oh, you knew about that, Ichiro?

Poor things.

They died in the bombing of Tokyo
in 1945, right?

Died?

They didn't die?

They're alive?

Ichiro.
I'd been meaning to tell you,

but since we're on topic...

They're alive?

Yeah, probably.

Probably?

They didn't die in that bombing.

They'd evacuated to rural Shizuoka.

It was my hometown.

Where are they now?

I'll get to that.
I'm getting old,

so I wanted to make sure
things were taken care of.

So I sent them a letter,
but it was returned.

What do you mean, "take care of"?

That's what I'm about to tell you.

That girl is entered in my
family register.

In your family register?

That's right.
Your father asked me to.

She would have become illegitimate
otherwise.

I think it means that your father
cared deeply about Chiyomi.

What an outrageous thing to do.

Not necessarily.

My late wife used to work in bars
herself, so she understood,

and we didn't have any constraints.

Your father and I were
really close like that.

So he really imposed on you.

I don't know if I should thank you.

Anyway, so you have a half-sister.

Your father named her Kyoko.

Kyoko?

What's the kanji character?

"Kyo" as in "Kyoto".

Kyoko?

Is something wrong?

No. So...

what was Chiyomi's last name?

I think it was Mizushima,

but I heard she later got married.

And her married name?

I have no idea.

Was it Tsugami?

I don't know.
Does the name ring a bell?

No, not really.

So this Kyoko that you're talking
about, how old would she be now?

I think it was the year he died...
No,

maybe the year before, so she's...

23 or 24 years old?

Such a coincidence is unthinkable.

It's been 23 years since you died,
but you're still around.

What would you do in such a situation?

What would you do?

He'll leave soon, so wait a bit longer.

This is The Steel Hammer.

Yes, one moment please.

Mr. Igi, it's for you.

Hello? Mr. Igi, it's me.

It's me, Akiko.

Hello? Are you there, Mr. Igi?
What's wrong?

I get it. So it's you.
What do you want?

I want to know about Kyoko after all.
You promised.

She's acting strange lately.
Tell me if you know why.

Hello?

OK. I'll tell you.

But tell me one thing first.
All right?

What is it?

Are you and Kyoko really sisters?

Yes, we are.

But we have different fathers.
Hers died and then...

Let's meet tomorrow.
I'll tell you.

Really, Mr. Igi?

5 pm at that coffee shop.
All right?

Let's meet tomorrow.

Where are you taking me, Mr. Igi?

I'll tell you about her.
Come on.

What?

I don't want to anymore.

No, it's not that.
You said you wanted to know.

Akiko? Is that you?

What's Akiko doing here?

You're terrible, Mr. Igi!

You accused me of not telling you
what happened.

You wanted to know why
she was acting strange lately!

I did ask you to hurt her, but...

Asked him?
She asked you to...?

Yes. But I didn't ask him to do this.

Of course not.
Kyoko asked me to do this.

I'm just telling you what happened!

What are you doing here?

What are you going to do?

What are you doing?

Lipstick.

Lipstick?

You broke up?

Yes.

Who was it?

Who?

Umemura?

No.

Don't!

Don't do that.

Why not?
You liked wearing lipstick.

No! I don't need to anymore.

No! No!

No... no... no...

Don't do it here.

See the way Akiko looks?

Don't do it in this room.

You look exactly the same now.

Don't do it here.

You and Akiko look exactly the same.

You looked different,
but now you look the same.

Akiko looks the same as you now.

When I look at Akiko and you,
I see only your face.

Mr. Igi.

Don't do it here.

I don't need to wear lipstick anymore.

I feel so confused now.

You should go home.

But...

Just go home for now.

If I go home, then my sister
will come home later on.

Kyoko won't return until night.

Take sleeping pills and fall asleep.

That's everything.

No, that's not everything.

Oh, it's the ocean.
Look, we can see the ocean.

Really?

I never noticed that we could see
the ocean from here.

What are you looking at?

The ocean.
I just told you so.

- It's so red.
- Indeed.

I used to often see the ocean
turned red when I was a child.

A war between dolphins
and fishermen.

The ocean dyed bright red
with dolphin blood.

But the dolphins dragged up
on the beach

had really cute faces.

You're so naughty.

Naughty.

So Akiko was first.

You heard about me from her.

Right now, your face looks cute
like a dolphin.

Dyed red in your own blood.

Those seeds from the other day
have sprouted.

Fine, but are you OK?
Lying around for 3 days straight.

They're pretty hardy.

Not properly sown,
yet so fresh and green.

Of course they are.

Hey.

Is that a flower?

It's a flower.
Come take a look.

There's a plant that blooms so quickly.

Mr. Yamada called last night.

Yamada?

He said he wanted to talk
to you directly.

Why not go today?
Your hair's getting long.

Bellflower.

A typical biennial plant
that will hardly bloom

next spring if sown
in mid to late September.

Will bloom next year if sown in Spring,

but is sensitive to heat and aridity.

Mr. Yamada called last night.

Why not go today?
Your hair's getting long.

She's acting strange lately.
Tell me if you know why.

The protagonist of this story

is a dying man with
a young wife who nurses him.

Even after the man dies,
he won't stop being the protagonist.

His wife was always faithful to him.

The protagonist envies the man who
will monopolize his wife.

He begins to hate this man
whom he knows nothing about,

and he secretly swears revenge
against him.

He becomes a corpse,
then brittle gray ashes,

is placed in a bisque urn
and then buried.

When the urn becomes damp,
discolored,

and covered in moss,
his revenge will become complete.

Of course, revenge means killing
the man monopolizing her.

To do so, she must become
the weapon.

The wife's unconscious motion
will kill the other man.

After setting her up to become
a weapon, the protagonist dies.

The prologue ends and
the story enters the main stage.

What were you doing?
Neglecting me for 3 days after that.

Seriously, what were you doing?
Why did you ignore me?

After what you did to me.

Then, leaving me alone afterwards.
You're awful.

I'm sorry.

You should have met me
the next day after that.

Do you remember
that letter I gave you?

Letter?

Well, not letter, but that memo
I wrote on a piece of paper.

Sometimes, after I meet with you,
I experience a lot of pain.

But it's not a bad feeling.

When I'm crouched down alone
to bear the pain,

I smell blood.
Or rather, I start to taste blood.

I like that feeling.

I wasn't going to see you anymore.

Why not?

We get on so well with each other.
Why do you say that?

Why?
Why do you say that?

Where did you come from?
You weak biennial plant!

Hi. Had a feeling you'd come today.
Heard you were sick.

Yeah, but I'm fine now.
You want to talk about Kyoko?

Yeah, that's right.

And?

Well, I've got bad news, Ichiro.
She was dead.

Dead?

Died 3 years ago. I used my day off
the other day asking around.

Kyoko was dead...

She became a geisha
like her mother,

and then was kept as a mistress in...

You look exactly like your father
like that.

Apparently, you'd gotten around,

but I've lived longer than you now.

If you stick around inside me
much longer, you'll be sorry.

Kyoko Tsugami

Who is it?

It's me.

Oh, it's you.

Were you asleep?
Are you sick?

No, I'm fine.
Please come in.

Hurry up and come inside.

I'd like to, but...
Why don't we go see the ocean?

See the ocean? Why?

No particular reason,
but it'd be nice for change.

Let's eat out.

Eat out? All right.

Let's go.

Why did we come here?

A flower bloomed in my yard.

I'm not used to these places.

But I didn't mean to make it bloom.

Akiko moved out.

She lived with you?

Of course she did.

I'd never considered that.

Did you tell Akiko to die?

What?

How could you have mentioned
sleeping pills at a time like that?

I meant to be kind.

Why did we come?
I'm not used to these places.

You should have just come inside.

Wasting money on such an awkward...

Door Close

"Both Lost Their Way".

Two people walk through chance.

They walk through pale magenta
and blue, but hit a dead end.

The person walking ahead is red

as if to show this person's
mettle against chance.

The other person is gray.

He holds out his left arm
as if to say,

"This road hits a dead end
over there".

The End

Translation: Mia Isozaki
Transcription: polybar
Proofreading and re-timing: kagetsuhisoka