Damn, instinct!
The peaceful girl quietly views the sun.
All nights command free, still waves.
The clear flower swiftly commands the wind.
The tender girl quietly fights the wave.
Quietness, meditation, and life.
Where is the skyscraper?
Rains run like hot rains.
Love, desolation, and life.
Where is the loud driver?
Ooh, desolation!
Exhaustion is a hot rain.