Because of the stone he flung far away, the muscles and bone of the boy’s shoulder were crushed to pieces. As a result of the distance, this man – nobody’s home – himself never even learns what he had done. Though he had murdered one who was born to the same mother as he. As you can see his skin remains silky smooth. However (because of this) he will probably no longer feel cheer in his heart. All he can feel is the pain in his right ankle. He sheds giant teardrops from this pain, nobody’s home. You from a foreign land, if you intend to fight this man, you must not hesitate to shave off your nose and years, and feed it to the dogs.If it’s within a stone’s throw, I can look over every nook and cranny of it. There is no one who would, accordingly, not notice the bare corpse – and deny one’s thirsty mouth while facing water! Sadness will, instead of disappearing, remain on the skin (and so), there’s no point into continuing to cry forever. That is if you wish for a beautiful death (if you wish not to be eaten). Go get yourself a sponge and some water, and set out right away to do laundry.