A tiger is a beast of prey.
You run away from the West and rush to the right, but you can't see the way out. Your heart is a cage, and your heart is a beast of prey. No one can save you. You are your own prisoner. You are your own result.
It's rainy season and the grasses on the grassland are so tall and lush that if you don't want to be thrown to the ground by any beast of prey, you have to be alert all the time.
