The heart dies, a slow death,
shedding each hope like leaves...



... until one day there are
none. No hopes. Nothing remains.



She paints her face to hide her
face. Her eyes like deep water.



It is not for Geisha to
want. It is not for Geisha to feel.



Geisha is an artist
of the floating world.



She dances. She sings. She entertains you,whatever
you want. The rest is shadows. The rest is secret.