Once upon a time, in a certain town there was a coffin maker who opened and was running a store where he sold the coffins he made himself to the customers in the neighborhood. The popuplation in the town increased day-by-day.
I was meaning to belch "hike" but I had a hiccup and...
not belch, what was it, word?
now I'm lost
But that black butterfly was around again today, as I was outside looking at the sun through the clouds he passed by me, as if to say "hic" to someone. But, I can't hear him so I said nothing in return, just praised, the sight, to see the light, in all ways, all one's rite, to transpose again.