Frog Asan has a dream every night.
Dark sky, huge thunder, violent storms and lightning, everyone in the graceful and gorgeous hall was shaking like a sieve. Either the man hugged the woman and said, "See you in the next life..." Or the woman hugged the man, crying and rubbing hard against the man: "I'm waiting for you!"; There was also a pair who were less reserved, huddled together in disheveled clothes, and the man below was still pretending. After pretending to resist, the man on top yelled: "I've endured this for twenty years, you have to let me do it once before I die!" Then the man below stopped talking, turned his head away, held his hands together, and reversed up and down, and then a voice screamed: "You, you are the attacker!" Then there was the sinister laughter of the man who was below and now on top.
"Little Carl, you are right, you have to do something before you die~~"
The sound of clothes being violently torn.
The man was restrained from making any sound of his arms and legs struggling helplessly.
Then, the call of the flower hen in the backyard.