Rat-a-tat...
When a tall guy rapped on a wall, a slender woman loomed.
"Why you look away angrily?" he asked her.
She wiggled her body and gave him a wimpy sight.
He looked at her wearily and thought ――She'll ramble on...So he said,"I gotta go," and started walking toward the wall alone.
Rat-a-tat...
When the slender woman rapped on the wall, a bummed man loomed.
"Would you mind if I told my story?" she asked him instantly. But he just looked down disparately.
"I knew that..." she sighed. Then she started walking, taking him toward the wall.
The three people still rapped, rapped, and rapped on the wall.
What they wanted was, going back to their own home, which we call "mural painting" again.
