I am sitting down in a small traditional Japanese style room with tatami matted flooring and thin Shoji walls. Sitting here Waiting for you, my love, to finally arrive and to marry me -- no -- to help me endure this ghost marriage It's been so long hasn't it? I've waited for you to return, to accept me. Yet as time passes you never come. Turning away to look far into an unseeable distance Will you help me live, darling? Or shall we both fall together in the abyss?