If we
become slaves to confusion and greed
and trample on love and honor
and find joy in doing so
then we are not mad dogs
but we are raising mad dogs
We are driving mad dogs around.

The sea floated in the air
The sea hid behind a cliff
The sea took a train
Over the mountains
Passed two
On the highway
Running endlessly
The sea stretched out in front of them
Another sea There was
A reunion of seas
in the Waves
Waited alone
Embraced in silence
With a heartbreaker.

Two red and yellow apples
Strawberries
A paprika
And a cup of Decap coffee
This morning
meeting the hot
and chasing summer
A boiled egg
Comes in
mixed with
The writhing of a knife
And fear.

Rain falls
the sun sets
leaves fall
sympathy fades
alcohol evaporates
time passes
lovers part
Is it all over now?

Thorn of deboner
on the table
in strong love
to take
fallen leaves
scarred men here
We may sputter to hymn
for knowing allas
bow at the bench
What! we wondwered
she passed to abide
Unmeasurable
he hoped to chest
our fare is to the world
is better
miserable word
by the starke of love
It's solace is better.

About the person I love
I don't want to say
it is foolish, but
Knowing that she would abandon me
choosing me was
Definitely foolish

Just like everyone else.

People who are good at greeting others
greet others first
Survival strategy
There are no weapons in their hands
To shake hands
there must be nothing in their hands

A person who greets well
kneels down and places their elbows
on their knees
They accept attacks
and express humility and obedience

A person who greets well
bows their waist
and exposes their vulnerable back
Thus, they gain wisdom
and lose danger.