On a skylight, scarlet bloody wetly hand print is there.
With ambition, to write a letter for Tamamo-no-Mae, the nine-tailed fox.
Ariwara no Narihira has gotten a tomboy and ridden an unruly horse at the top of his speed.
This summer have not gone, haven't it. Cicadas do not know when they should make their exit, foolishly.
To take a commission from the homeless, and to get our means of living.