The woman in the mirror , posing with her voluptuous body, hung with an ugly charm.

I cast a disgusted look at her, at the same time, she responded with the same look.

This kind of woman, why not go to death.

Just go and die.

There is absolutely no value of her in existence.

The vermilion lips are only naked and fleshy, this overdressed, only unashamedly vulgar.

The self in the mirror, there is a sense of disgust that makes me creepy.

The man outside the door did not make a sound.

Yet I could always feel his presence.

These people, they are all the same, there is no difference.

And I, too, have always been the same, and in the future, there will be no difference.

How long is this life going to last.

In the beginning, what was the reason for embarking on this path.

Maybe I remember, maybe I've forgotten.

What is it that I want?

The meager salary that is paid down every month has long since become unimportant.

I'm also just a bitch who is surviving on the bounty of these trash men.

The dirty but living things,

give 'her' some, and then give yourself some, there is no missing part, and no extra part.

Such a life, there is neither missing pleasure nor excess pain.

The water from the rosette, clattering out, poofed on the bathtub.

Crystals of water slid down my dirty body.

Sorry then, clean water.

No matter how you wash it, it's not going to be clean anyway, my body.

Instead, I've made you all dirty.

Walking out naked like this, they will be happy for my filth.

And I, with my hands around my sad neck, praying, let them use the lower half of my body to gag me for wanting to laugh madly.

These dark red lips are the same color as my blood, right?

It's not a good idea to keep customers waiting.

Although, there is no point in me doing a good job.

The person in the mirror is still beautiful, even if she has reached the watershed of her age.

The beauty that used to make me feel satisfied and confident, will eventually leave me behind.

I opened the bathroom door and wrapped my dirty body with a white bath towel.

Sorry then, bath towel, because I have defiled you.

But they wouldn't necessarily be happy if they walked right out naked.

Peeling the bath towel off is also the enjoyment they seek.

Anyway, there are enough things that are far away from me, like『He』.

It seems that it was "him" that made me dream again for a while.

But, anyway, it was something that was far away and unattainable.

Then, I wanted it, but I didn't dare to ask for it, I wanted to touch it, but I was afraid of getting it dirty, and unknowingly, she decided that I was as bad as those who had abandoned me.

No, I am a bad person.

I'm sorry, Mizuo, I took the liberty of giving birth to you with this filthy body drive of mine.

What the hell am I supposed to do.

The stranger in front of me, without hiding his obscene smile, while pushing me down on the bed.

After struggling weakly with my arms and legs, I gave him the dominant power.

They all like guys who resist, but only limited to weak resistance.

Enjoying the thrill of that conquest.

Even though, both they, and I, knew it.

It's just a false pleasure.

How long do I have to live like this, anyway?

Their hands are as filthy as mine, so I don't care about their touch, and I don't mind touching them.

The mingled bodies drove together, the hands that touched each other.

Numb, lost the feeling of the body, what exactly are you still pursuing.

I wish I could see her smile.

I am so disgusted with my ugly face.