My dearest, who has gone... I will never forget you even if I die, but I'm sorry. I feel like I'm having rough sex... Even though I know it's inappropriate, I can't stop the pleasure. A widow in mourning who has lost her husband and is drowning in sorrow. Lonely, lonely and unavoidable, the body aches strongly, and the more it is treated roughly, the more hopeless it feels. Even though she is restrained, she blows out the tide, which is a sign of her estrus, and gets drunk with meat sticks other than her husband.
