Strangely brilliant under the gods-
The country is desperate
It is much too much.
It is found there that he fled.
The Violet Tower
A sad soul of peace and blossoms and leeches.
Ah! Birthdays will go on
A special God-
And after the wet smoke crystal transformation
I don’t want to pay for a coin-
I can’t understand it
The wind blows
Until the end