Blooming in red, on the edge of right bud, an aphid there. Or, blooming in red, on the edge of right eye, an aphid there.
To have a hard time and, rick forever, your mother's remain.
After a bath, with high up in the skies, going to a restroom.
A finger is there, by Le Passe-muraille, left behind.
Not to shine of the sun, on the belly of Budai, at this corner.