The person spins strong thought and makes a cocoon and flaps from the cocoon.
The words have power.
The soul of language that sense was put shows the power.
The soul of language embodies it, and both environment and oneself are made for it by sending it to the entrance.
From mixed and confused consciousness, I haul of words one by one,
I record a wish for oneself to flap from that on the soul of language with all one's might.
It is step to continue spinning them.
It is with clothes to transform itself into oneself whom it draws sometime (cocoon),
I tear a cocoon and flap and live in my way.