Run away for your life, to be left your head and where you go. Or, to see Ichimoku-san a ghost, to be left your head and where you go.
With evening cicadas, her hair unkempt, of the tip of the brush. Or, to live from hand to mouth, to have her hair unkempt, for the tip of the brush.
A typhoon has gone, to take my pulse, for day off drinking.
At your chin to start from, to go on a tour around the capes, to take the central line at last. Or, at your chin to start from, to go on a tour around the capes, to take your gland on your center.
Where she will go, to crawl and follow, chopped head the beauty.