Riki!—No!—We came up the mountain-path together—side by side.—We—but now, Riki, we go two ways.—I to Obaa-San—you to—
RIKI
What do you mean?
AOYAGI
Go sing your songs at Ishiyama! Go make your poems to the butterfly.—I—
RIKI
I have made songs only for you.
AOYAGI
But the songs for me are on every tongue.
RIKI