A catty comb
Asks wool, your host
Return your home,
Being pretty ghost
A girl, a cat,
Milk whitened tea,
You weren't bad,
Crying salty tears
The question was
The way between
Those who are lost,
Those, who are win.
You was for us
A catty girl
Who could discuss
Tail like a sword
Aphelia show
Makes beauty door
For forest beau
Who’re city boars.
A catty comb,
You’ll never burn,
Return your home,
Return, return.
