On ghost festival, with two of jailer in the hell, playing a poor game of shogi.
On October gods are away from Shito Shrine, waste papers of o-mikuji, fluttering in the wind.
At the desert island, st. Antoine, I'm reproachful (by Shunkan).
Getting wet to her skin, a girl try to throw herself, he falls in love.
One for a streetwalker, dividing in two, a steamed sweet potato we have.