After getting off one of my nail covers, and lick, the dirt in it. Or, after getting off one of my nail covers, and take a leaf, out of my book.
In the power-keg, does she leave them, a little match girl?
His sorrow, into the stomach of Budai, has left and gone. Or, his sorrow, Budai keep himself, and he has gone.
At the fall of the curtain, in blue their matching outfits, feeling in vain.
Causing halation on, invade and fade, from the foam of the daze. Or, Causing halation on, invade and fade, the sunlight like bubbles.