Talking about running trains and attacking
On the day I died, naughty children threw stones at my window, and righteous adults spat at my door. They threw the eggs and cabbage they gave me in my face and yelled: "Monster!!"
Egg whites mixed with egg yolks hung on my body, like the sun that had cooled off one by one.
The sun is gone and the whole world is dark.
It's so cold. There's a big hole in the window. The wind blows in from the outside and makes a whimpering sound like a child. Brother, can you help me fix the window quickly?
Intention: The wind has passed, the madness has passed