Memoirs of a Geisha

The heart dies, a slow death,
shedding each hope like leaves...

... until one day there are none.
No hopes. Nothing remains.

She paints her face to hide her face.
Her eyes like deep water.

It is not for Geisha to want.
It is not for Geisha to feel.

Geisha is an artist of the floating world.
She dances. She sings. She entertains you – whatever you want.
The rest is shadows. The rest is secret.

Sayuri, quick quick, the tea-house just called.
You are to meet a very important client tonight.

It must be Nobu.

Yes, he's going to be one of the richest men in Osaka.
He'll want to honour his promise,
to become your patron at last.

It's about time, finally.
A return on my investment.

Giko, one day, you may be as lucky.
No Geisha can ever hope for more.