All those born as women, high and low, with no distinction for social class

fall into this hell.

Under the sound of the surging waves, even mountains crumble, reduced to nothing.

The women's sorrow gains no reprieve from the torment.

has all been dyed in blood.

If you look at the faces on shore, what used to be make-up and black hair

Thinning, withering, miserable—

...Oh?