A star makes a circle, until Kawari laughing, the day will come.
A belly laughing, at the edge of a trap cellar, to hear leaking noise.
The back of an ema the small wooden plaques for pray, of an woman of my acquaintance, written down her name. Or, the hatred on an ema the small wooden plaques for pray, of an woman of my acquaintance, written down her name too.
Only alone a princess, in the end of sobbing, to leave the ship. Or, only alone a princess, in the end of sobbing, the ship moors.
To prove your innocence, to break one of the dishes or so, enough it might be.