Kyojitsu No Koromo Shakuya No Sasado Yoru No Katami No Wana

Inspired by:
Ihara Saikaku, Saikaku Myobunshu (1642-1693)

Created from a portion of the script

Sasado Yagatami Trap: A House of Fiction and Truth

"Though I am alive, I do not know what lies beyond death. I can only imagine what comes to mind."
In a note sent to the capital, he falsely wrote, "I have drowned myself."
He leaves this place and hides in some evil place.
Osan is delighted by the whispers of spending the years together.
"I have had that intention since I left the inn," she nods.

Five hundred ryo of gold, the seeds of life, hidden in a box.

(Verse 1) B-melody: The Handwriting of Evil Thoughts)
"Evil thoughts arise in us, and we speak inappropriately."
Unable to escape our divine will, we leave our pens behind, feeling we have nowhere to go.
Today, this month, we pretend to part ways with this world.
To protect our skin, we wear a 1.8-inch Buddha statue, and trim the ends of our black hair.
We weave a keepsake trap to deceive the eyes of the world.

A 17-inch sword to practice our practice. The rhododendron, a dragon-shaped wakizashi, will be left behind along with the man walking on snow, under the willow trees at the base of the riverbank. People will see this and lament, "The two are gone." The discarded jacket will float like a hollow illusion on the river's surface. The truth lies beyond the darkness, and the footsteps of the two will disappear into the demonic realm.

They will secretly hire two people to search for gold and silver. With my heart at ease, I wait for the night to fall, throwing open the bamboo shutters of my rented house. I wake up, shaking the floor steadily, and say, "I have something on my mind..." A roar ripping through the darkness sends people trembling. The eyes of the world are fixed on the surface of the river, and the final blow follows.

The woman's sandals remain, but her owner is nowhere to be seen. Floating on the river is a discarded, illusory garment. Saikaku's pen traces the heat of life disguised as death. The two of them walk a path beyond the darkness, intent on spending the years together. Their footsteps, unheard by anyone, disappear into a place of evil.

"I've prepared myself, and the bamboo shutters of my rented house are about to open."
"In what place of evil shall we hide and spend the years?"
A 17-inch light lingers coldly at the base of the willow tree.
Saikaku's laughter pierces the night.
The night in the tenement house has yet to dawn.