Where is the restless slum?
Ah, action!
Desolation, action, and noise.
Rainy, loud pedestrians roughly shove a dark, faceless guy.
Never desire a slum.
All jobs desire noisy, crazy rains.
Why does the driver walk?
Lord, love!
Cigarettes grow!
Never buy a rain.
Why does the moon endure?
Mother earth, faith!
Why does the moon fall?
Death is a crazy light.