The evening darkness poured slowly into the Lower Kamogawa River, like a ladle of warm water.
The stone slope of Izu Town was steeped in a pale purple twilight, the bamboo curtains of the hot spring hotels were gradually being rolled up, Taira Sakurako sat by the gate of Shuoshan Temple, nearby, traveling dancing girls were tuning shamisen, and a group of children gathered by the creek to release lanterns.
The evening party was about to begin.
Taira Sakurako couldn't help but start imagining that unknown woman who had once lived here, appreciating the same scenery under a silent, warm glow. If she hadn't been taken away by her father, perhaps she would be like those children releasing lanterns...
Mizutani Hiroshi caught her sorrow and quickly signaled Mori Hajime to turn the camera to capture this scene.
...
"What are they doing?"
