Under an empty bed.What do you think...consort's sinking is?It's how the seat becomes vacant...Like a comb missing its teeth.It's how you sleep...And then...A kindness that somebody from somewhere had come up with for our sake.Letters written in past tenses.Dear Sir,-sama's FatherAddressed to the deceased girls' families.Letters from us...Looking back now...who had spent last days together with them so intimately.That was our work of mourning.
