Belonging to a philoprogenitive line,
I have hated procreation.
A bit lonesome now.
　

Thinking to die from hunger definitely this year,
at the year's start, I do not feel any sorrow at all.
　

Diffusing the inside pressure of a gaseous body,
the even is in a field as a perfect circle whitely.
　

The defeated perfect circle holding a gaseous body
delineates a feeling of blue in the evening.
　

My train runs, forms in line with,
overlap and aparts from
the white spheric gas tank.