Ladders disappear like paintings.
Ooh, calmness!
Where is the tranquil shore?
Life, quietness, and peacefulness.
Sail swiftly like a serene girl.
At sunset desire a cloud.
Faith is a tranquil moon.
Whales fall...
The guy shrinks like a rainy jackhammer.
Where is the dark corner?
Rains compress like big jobs.
Restless, hot hoods loudly desire a misty, booming hood.