[She lays her hand upon her heart and, looking into space, turns to the house. There is the empty tree—her empty heart! The Gaki comes in.
THE GAKI
Oi! Obaa-San!
[Obaa-San turns mechanically.
OBAA-SAN
Did you not find your way?
THE GAKI
I found my way.—But why this unhappiness in your eyes?
OBAA-SAN
I am very lonely. I have lived my lifelong dream of spring and butterflies a single instant—and it is gone.