Life and death are in a daze, and magic bubbles haunt the water and are often idle.
When you see a rabbit jumping in the twilight, you can see a seamount when you open it.
Eight times close to the finger, boasting everything like an organ.
Crazy words are written in the dust and sent among people's listening.
The last sentence is: absurd poetry has become a worry, pinned on people now. I'm talking nonsense. Listen.