This tree is seductive like a woman, with lush foliage crowning its head like a crown. On the trunk, which is the body, dew has formed, and I feel an immediate urge to kiss those flowing droplets. When I secretly touch the part with the knot, a sweet-scented sap sticks thickly to my hand, and my excitement refuses to subside. Is there a spirit or something? Can I resist the sin of defiling this forbidden secret?