The flickering, fluttering sound of the hot spring
Wraps itself around our flesh
But the naked bathers take no notice
A long cable stretches to the waterfall ma**age
Satellite waves fly
From here to mainland
The emotions of naked, flushed souls
The sweetness of aged-shrivelled breasts
Even were the silver ring to tarnish
Who would notice such a thing?
And perhaps three lines of white smoke
Pluming straight and true
The final one, slipping free of my body
And reaching all the way to your country