Blue song, blue art.
The harmonica measures existence, but keep playing to say the least.
Solar hours of worship, the dark water listens.
And the black forest spins a process.
Pack and move on.
While thus to sleep will have a dream,
Polish mercury with ink.
Messenger indiscreet.
Sit and elect the next stroke.
The waves ferocious.
Beauty swims.
〜魔法のハーモニカ.
……very thought provoking.