You can't see me, but I'm here.
In the mountains, call out "Yahoo" with one shout,
The same "Yahoo" is echoed back.
A tree spirit lives in the mountains.
The rag I used-gotta clean it up.
It's gotten stinky; white froth clings to it.
It's smeared all over my face-this is unbearable.
There are so many of them, the ghosts.
You can't see them, but they're here.
You can't see them, but they're here.
Huh? Who could it be-my sleeve?
Tugging at it.
It's the work of the sleeve-pulling imp.
He won't cause trouble-it's all right.
In the middle of the night, the shoji is full of eyes!
They're looking this way-lots of eyes all around.
Don't look.
If you look, they keep multiplying.
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There are so many of them, the ghosts.
You can't see them, but they're here.
You can't see them, but they're here.
The persimmon has ripened; let's hurry and pick it.
Ripe persimmons will roll around.
It will transform into a Da Nyūdō.
Cleaning the bath is a hassle.
The dirty bath is the Akaname's favorite.
Licking off the grime that's stuck.
Countless tanuki-belly drums.
The sunekosuri that had been sleeping begins to dance.
They're running about, busy as can be.
Five-faced faces appear, and they burst into laughter.
There are so many of them, the ghosts.
They like to poke at you.
They like surprised faces.
There are so many of them, the ghosts.
You can't see them, but they're here.
You can't see them, but they're here.
Near you.