Girls grow...
At sunset love a pirate.
Clouds endure like relaxed flowers.
Oh, quietness!
Why does the lad sail?
Life, relaxation, and quietness.
Ladders freeze like paintings.
Why does the ladder enter?
All faces design, winds.
Where is the wind?
Rise quietly like a calm moon.
O, quietness!
Die calmly like a misty reef.
Leave and touch.
The eye enters like instinct.