Born with an evil curse,
Her hand dips into lethal cinnabar and white lead,
To personally decorate the faces of the dead.

Her skills are said to bestow beauty on anyone,
Even transforming their appearance completely.

Many skills were born out of her seclusion,
But it painted her dwelling in a gloomy vision —

Only a select few have set foot in this mansion,
And the thief and the weaver were two such lucky persons.

The girl converses with all items in the house…
With specimens, tea sets, and even pillows in profusion,
As if she can hear the responses of these non-living things.

“I have always lived in isolation…
Out of courtesy, this is how I practice my words and actions.”

Tis hard to believe her explanation —

Her face when talking shows such a gentle disposition,
That unless she is telling fabrications,
She must regard her partners as mere children.