«Chronicles do not exist.
Trampled only of a unique life I just had a dream.
The foot of the mountain cut vertically is like flesh I thought about it while looking at the exposed strata.
Total water storage area
The villages and fields submerged in the depth of 7.83 square kilometers
A tall aspen branch on a hill that was not but buried
The end was screaming like the autumn sun.
Live La, disappear, disappear neatly without a trace.
Period of time
A traveler walking on the shore.
A sad voice is a rising water level
It was being buried in.»