hajime No Monjo

Inspired by "Yanagi Daru"
Created from a portion of the script

The Shirabyoshi dancer, surrendering to his crest, hangs down and lets the bird fly.

"The beginning of the collapse of one's fortune is the crest."
Putting one's proud family crest as pawn signals the end.
Feeding rice cakes and becoming intimate, they laugh as they embrace the sick. A cruel night.
The old woman peeks in, and the consort tells a mere lie.
Mistaking him for an actor, he continues to play a false self.

"The Shirabyoshi dancer comforts the face of the one who has surrendered."
Lost at the end of the eighth battle, dancing alone in the darkness.
One sachet of water for offerings is not enough.
Izumi Gaku The silence of the temple
The resolve of a female impersonator to turn even a colic into a cold
"Swallowing the extra money that won't come out" - the chilled throat of a freeloader

A bird set free, including all sorts of desires
A wish set free into the sky will never be recovered
"Once you've given up, you'll be drooling"
An unfulfilled hunger is filled with empty words
Carved into the board of Izumiya by the pond
A fragment of the fading Edo dream

"The bird set free, at the request of its child"
A parent's compassion, or simply atonement?
"Mochi" "We were so close, we fed each other with our food." But that honeymoon didn't last long.
They squandered their wealth and sold their pride. In the end, what was left?
"I gave my body to a man who was as good as cotton."
Saikaku's pen coldly entangled itself in the willow branches.

Just as there are alternate versions of all but two stories,
Even the lies that are passed down through the generations hide other truths.
As if tracing the warnings of Iwasaki Hankoan,
Is the path we walk a story that someone has rewritten?
"It's all just late-night vanity."
The proud office is now a thing of the past.

"The Shirabyoshi comforts the face of the surrendered man." "Rabyoshi"
Lost at the end of the eighth battle, dancing alone in the darkness.
Just as cheap coins accumulate in vain,
people's sincerity also dissolves in willow barrels.
The inscription on Izumiya Nihee's board
mercilessly points to the couple's final moments.

"Matsubaken Yorozuya Shoban"
"A bird set free, with all its desires at its disposal."
Is it words, or the compassion of this world, that are fading away?
Saikaku's laughter blends with the wind rustling the willow leaves.
The night in the tenement house has yet to end.