By high waves in high summer, is gotten loose her straggling hair, so with only half her mind listening to.
A nightmare is getting on. my heartbeat becomes faster and stronger, but my heart is pretty vacant.
An exile have exiled, on four fingers each of the hands, "love" and "hate" are there.
A shadow I find, it hangs around there, flows sweat as one line.
The weight of your thigh, knows my left side.