With the help of my umbrella as a stick, evening has come, Sphinx says.
To body temperature, in stead of warming sake, elderly woman slipping off.
This December has come, too late it's now, to watch out for fire they call.
To become a swan, don't think so, for a child of the duck.
To be exposed to the rain, in the season camellia sasanqua blooms, it's a ruined like me.