AOYAGI
Yes—I love you so!—But I love Obaa-San, my mother—
RIKI
Come with me.
AOYAGI
But Obaa-San—
RIKI
Come with me. Butterfly, butterfly, alight upon the Willow Tree And if you rest not well, then fly home to me. See! I make a little verse for you.
AOYAGI
But—Obaa-San—is very old and very lonely.