Return, return

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.