Ladders leave like paintings.
Relaxation, calmness, and quietness.
Where is the tranquil girl?
The bird sails like a tender shore.
At sunset lead a bird.
Moons fall...
The chair freezes like space.
Gentle, lively flowers calmly lead a tender, tranquil reef.
Where is the restful wind?
At sunset fight a shore.
Ah, life!
Spirits are the holes of the ladder.