00:00 Eight years of mourning.
00:03 In those eight years, the wind of the street will not enter this house.
00:09 I don't want my flesh becoming like all of yours.
00:14 Faded and ruined and ebbed away at in these rooms.
00:19 A daughter who disobeys is no longer a daughter.
00:28 She becomes your enemy.
00:31 (upbeat music)
00:33 (whooshing)
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