Bell sound seems like waterfall
Fall from wood stick
My dream is your way of crossbow in the sky
I have the dream that cross cobweb from you
My dreaming hair, like all floodwater fall
Is your caught unawares

In the meanwhile
Don’t awake me rashly
I will angry easily
Won’t good at “I am sorry”.

Ask me for that
I will say : “To wait who would like to wait !”

The bell sound is ringing , people who hided its mind
To knock the mood into wood strick
then trembling.