I'm the only one in this house with two gold souls. Gold soul is a metaphor, you know? I have two daughters over 20, and the woman who gave birth to them. They are indeed my children, but I'm always the outcast. And then there are a few dogs and cats. If you add up all their legs, that's 48. And there are only two gold souls in this house. Of course, both are mine. It's like the crane and turtle problem. That's a traditional Japanese math problem. And I'm the one who earns the money to feed all those legs. Yet I'm the outcast, isn't that awful? No matter when I come home, the women are waiting for me. There are also castrated animals, but they're no help at all. I'm always the one blamed. Here, wildness is treated as brutality. I'm the outcast, isn't that awful? 48 Legs, Two Souls No matter when I come home, the women are always waiting for me There are castrated animals too, but they're no help in a fight It's always me who gets blamed Here, wildness is treated as brutality I'm an outcast, isn't that awful? 48 Legs, Two Souls Oops, I was wrong, it was actually 88 legs. Well, that doesn't really matter. Anyway, there are only two souls.
