One bite of honest grape that I ate, protected its sweet dew by self-treatment
　The bravery, like untying the bean sprouts' strings
　I feel in crisis, even when I'm faced with tottering three stag beetles
　Too faint, at the present time, that's all my strength
　
　The olive green colored transparent glass bottle smells like some tea'n raspberry ripple
　The ground has floor heating
　The rowboat's opening the heavy muddy streaming
　If my long trembling ceases, then I would think what I'd said to him

　Such things contain scissors fluff fluff
　Those look quite enough

　cloth-bound notebook that I won't use
　Some noises will fuse, and be a menthol
　Connection between dicots and the air
　Glucose will sink deeper and deeper
　Motivation is a candy; is a nitric acid

　Such things contain scissors fluff fluff
　Though it maybe a bluff