Behind the sea is a city where the windows are open -minded The roofs are the place of pigeons that look at the fountain of human intelligence The hand of every ten -year -old city of the city is the epistemic branch of the city The citys people look at a stratum that a flame, a delicate sleep The sun is as high as magic eyes Behind the city, I will have to build a boat, I will throw into the water boat from the empty tour, and the heart of the pearl will continue to be drove, I will continue to read, I will have to read this strange soil
