Recently, I watched you quietly leaning against the railing at Kanasumizubashi, gazing intently at the Kanda River from behind my laundry hanging in the shade. I was completely captivated by the sight. The carp in the Kanda River that day—because the heat was especially intense—were rising to the surface, opening their mouths, lazily swimming about in a most striking manner. The way you appear now reminds me exactly of that scene. At this moment, you resemble a carp that has crawled onto land. You lie upon my kotatsu, as if reflecting that very image. Today, let us enjoy ourselves before your wet pussy dries up.