In a small cardboard in a tree In front of us is a frying pan, someone's abandoned guitar, a harmonica, and so on. A small sound is secretly tuned to adults. If it gets caught, the secret base will be destroyed. A boy was counting the number of keys. "Why 12?" As an adult, I forgot about that. Money, time and many things polluted him. At one point, 13 was being bullied as an ominous number in the sea. Said the boy. "He seeks freedom, and it's a sound that embodies the will of others." Probably No.13 is the sound of God. The boy already knew.
I will name the work I'm about to make No. 13 with a sense of respect. It's a free sound without copyright. Now, let's hold the instrument in our hand and sing. ”This English is incorrect. The boy talks hard with the robot in the dictionary at the secret base.” written by No.13