Way of the Hunter

A baby lamb from the west eats the grass.

Chewed it in mouth melted it and ate it carefully, but still have to eat grass today with constant hunger.

The tiger lived in central districts is eating baby lamb.

Chew it, melted it and eaten it, but when think about running tomorrow again, they suddenly feel lethargic.

The continental fence that continues from the east has no words even in the noise of tigers and baby lamb.

Because even if do nothing, it is still a fence.