With a stray dog, two of the drunken, walking staggeringly.
On his bicycle, covering his eyes by the hood, an amanojaku the yokai is. Or, on his bicycle, covering his eyes by the hood, an perverse is.
Wind shine, on the desert island, a charred body still there.
With a butterfly net, over there to see, what is. Or, beyond a butterfly net, over there to see, what is.
In brilliant colouring, on the sky, a black hole grows.