An old couple, furrows on their faces each other, to sing a duet in piles.
Before in this summer, about your shoulder blades, where should be there.
On a china bowl with rice, a trako and two cut eggs, a smile it looks.
Sundown, sterile women get together, dancing for a Bon Festival.
To be stained with the blood, to give a message exaggeratedly, a clown performs.