wind blowing into the room,
nunari rubbed into real,
from passing through the right,
from the left tool in the form of mirror reflection,
from the back walking towards the light,
feel the touch of body and language..
anyone who is not really,
from anyone who is not also often,
later in life that there is no limit,
of the turbid atmosphere makes,
better to observe and learn..
no need to stand taller than anyone else,
not have to stoop too low too modest,
conscience of the ego and the mind,
self was the realization..