Dimassik: So I want summer, that I lay on the walls!
Dimassik: Imagine, you sit, the sun, the thunderstorms are approaching.
Dimassik: I have to do it!!! to
ynestulya: is it what?
Dimassik: This is how the summer storm begins.
ynestulya: nichren, the summer storm begins "Suka crazy!!! Take off your clothes!!" And everyone breaks up with chairs on the street.