「女の静かな情念が、胸のうちにひっそりと息づいている。暗がりに忍ぶ熾火のように。影に溶ける気配は、魂の淵を撫でては微かに響き、いつしか静謐な虚空に儚く消えゆくのだろうか。」（作家）
The quiet passions of women breathe in secret within their hearts. Like glowing embers hiding in the dark. Dissolving in shadows, their presence echoes faintly as it brushes the depths of the soul, eventually vanishing in an fleeting instant into a tranquil void.