Rain in Gion.
Flower of Kyoto. Sad and lonely.
Red and wet. Like your dress and shoes.
Will you serve the tea tonight? Shoshu, wine and sashimi,
old and white skins, bright and dark eyes,
watching you, looking for you in the rainy streets of Gion.
Wanting you, frantically, like a distant fantasy.
Solitary beautiful fantasy of rainy Gion…
Miyanoura, on Yakushima Island: