Climb this hill in half an hour from now. Too much light shines outside And too much laughing spring. Go and play with him. With you I'll stay. Go, Go, obey my order.
Butterfly remains motionless, lost in sorrowful thought.
Suzuki's sobs are still heard, they die away by degrees. Butterfly has a conclusive movement. Butterfly piously kisses the blade, holding it by the point and the handle with both hands. Death with honour is better than life with dishonour. Go, play, play.