18. Be Nothing.
Throwing away a newspaper vomiting color of blood,
I go for a trip in search of a beautiful dream.
Leading me a fragrance in a dream is sweet,
I do not have money to buy Paradise Train Ticket,
I be driven into a cliff,
For a flap sound to pass through the ear incidentally
I try to have been going to open a feather
After having understood that a human being did not have a feather
I despair.
There is a dream or not,
I would not have any meaning from the beginning.
For the by way,
Be alright,
I am watching a newspaper.
