Speaking of Geisha - I think of girls who are very good at dancing and singing. Because of that, only wealthy gentlemen can spend the night with a Geisha.
However, would a real Geisha herself and her life be happy? Behind that face that is painted with lipstick, is it suffering an unspeakable pain? ? ? As far as I know, a Geisha cannot have a husband, and of course their "lovers" are only understood as gentlemen or Samurai who have come to them.
And the love story of a Geisha? They have love but are they sure their lover can redeem themselves? Because the price to redeem a Geisha's body is quite expensive - when I know that, my heart feels like there is a deep sympathy. Life without being loved, even if it is loved, it is only a short moment and must be forgotten. . . New loves are coming. I wonder: when will the love of a Geisha end? ? ? Old love is gone, new love is coming. . . they still never had real love!?
Their job is to dance, sing and offer tea. . . The flexible dances along with the way of waving the fan make people swoon. The melodious music mixed with seemingly happy smiles on their blood red lips. But who can understand? They are smiling, but their hearts are bleeding. . .
They live but have no emotions, it seems that their souls have been emotionless. . . At night, dance and sing for fun, and after that fun is a cold lonely time with my quiet room.
Childhood? Their childhood was attached to a Geisha, they could not have an innocent and joyful childhood like other children. On the contrary, they have to learn dance and tea ceremony. . . and of course, the time of childhood for them is not there. . . Even if it's just a good memory.
Childhood goes on
Leave me alone. . .
Looking up at the sky to stop the tears from falling
My childhood was a little moon
The crescent moon is not yet full
But past, present and future
I still have to be a Geisha
Where will time take me?
Go where. . .
Bitter tears seemed to crept into their souls, making their dances and dances seem to penetrate deeply into people's hearts. They are smiling, but are they crying? . . ?
Love is just nothing
Suddenly come and then suddenly go
Is my love lost?
Where does the flow of time take me?
Forever. . . and. . . until how long?