English: The thorn that sticks deeply. Anything doesn’t overflow no matter how the container without contents is piled up repeatedly. Anything doesn’t result The escape from solitude is progress to nothingness. Looking down on someone. Such reality. The bottom of the smile can’t be seen even if looking through. Let me believe it only in my memory. The wind that wears the poison nothing but hates beautiful flower. When time is filled, and a flower flutters to the sky. The promise of the smile can’t be seen because tears rose to eyes. Show me again the continuation of the dream some time. Look at myself again, I can’t rule nothing.