About your hands behind you, only for excusing yours, talkative they are.
Riding on an ox carriage, a girl with a crimson tongue, under the misty moon.
With a head of a dog, a small couch have rusted.
An Ohmu under the sunshines, gets its alas and fly, and a girl who loves insects does.
Like sunshines gently and clearly, the man who obsessed with thoughts of sex, and fake water on the road.