Tales of Strange and Uncanny Things

A yellow-skinned immortal crouches by the kang,

Its red eyes spin around three times.

At midnight, the clapper knocks through the sky,

The gates of the underworld creak halfway open.

A white lantern hangs on a crooked tree,

Its shadow stretches nine feet and three.

The rice jar in the woodshed rattles and groans,

Who’s counting the twists in your allotted years?

(Heh heh… only three creases left.)

(One crease, and you trade it for a bowl of blood millet.)

(Two creases, and you pay the debt from your past life.)

(Three creases, )

Paper money spins and sticks to the window lattice,

A yellow-haired claw comes to rest on your shoulder.

Don’t look back, don’t answer,

It’s answering for you in the underworld…