Yukio Mishima, after his seppuku by his comerad and lover.
With this flowered pencil
In this white flower pen
This should be bliss
Bliss without sin
My lover’s blood
Lies on the soiled seat
My lover’s blood
Yukio Mishima, after his seppuku by his comerad and lover.
With this flowered pencil
In this white flower pen
This should be bliss
Bliss without sin
My lover’s blood
Lies on the soiled seat
My lover’s blood