Clang clang, to have not slept yet, eight bells sound. Or, clang clang, to have not slept yet, "Les huit coups de l'horloge".
Under a vending machine, to have something to do, Remi Sans Famille.
Flowers of four seasons, to pick off, and finally to sit around a table. Or, of flower tiles, to pick off, and finally to sit and play mahjong.
So lonely he is, to hold an okiagari-koboshi Japanese getting-up little priest, Bodhidharma does.
To leave a clock to be winded a spring, he has be missing, in this morning.