Hoshioka Teahouse
A waif in rags, her skin like ghostly jade,
Adds light to Hoshioka's gilded streets.
Loud drunken songs and slow night dances fade,
Replaced by poems in soft but soulful beats.
(Translated from the Chinese of Liu E)
A waif in rags, her skin like ghostly jade,
Adds light to Hoshioka's gilded streets.
Loud drunken songs and slow night dances fade,
Replaced by poems in soft but soulful beats.
(Translated from the Chinese of Liu E)