How do you do? !
Horse is galloping wind up
like the sound of hoof technical skein (you sniff),
The first, and the remnants of its trajectory,
Emitted from the bow sword
and get a full of cash and,
To the target trajectory and the straight
In an instant the mighty intersection.
Then the glitter use the techniques
(because they come), sure.

Close your eyes are not.
Can be joy, sorrow,
Hatred can be love,
It's all in the light of the moment.