OBAA-SAN
All blackness can never fill a mother's heart.—O-Katsu-San, you have known the baby's hand in yours. But I am old—and I have never known, can never know.—I'd go to the lowest hells if once I might but know the touch of my own child's hand.
THE TREE
Hai! Hai! Hai
OBAA-SAN
Just once—for one short day—to fill the empty place in my heart that has always been empty—and a pain—
O-SODE-SAN
Who is that man, Obaa-San?
OBAA-SAN
There? That is a stranger seeking for Kyushu.