The world seems to be an inextricable tangle...

The sun is setting over the West...

And dark clouds are gathering…

The Dark Horse withdraws in the tranquility of the autumnal meadow...

She waits for the West Wind to drive away the clouds...

Look: small organisms attach themselves to the hard stone and survive, bright as the sun...

Are lying in the waves but unmoved...

Untouched by the tide...

Here is noting and everything...

The road seems impassable but reflects the sky...

And leads to the beacon...

And the lighthouse also leads the way...

Which is paved with gold...

And centaury, the thousand guilders weed

Let's enjoy the fruits of autumn...

And find shelter...