Ramble in one's statement

The sensation of passing through the tunnel

The sudden wind messed up the utopian

The suspicious of horses and love is not like

A deep bond

The nose of a broken smell

The ego wants to rise to the sky in the sea

The presiding of Hades is propagandizing around the wall

A grotesque face through high speed words

To convey a secret secret

The assassin's behavior is not a moral blockade

Death is the wind on a convertible

Empty and empty

I was suddenly incoherent