Privacy. Silence. Seeing off the sunset. Let's go swimming
The branches of the tree beautifully let in the rays of the sun
A comic book character smokes a cigarette and lets smoke out of his nostrils
Thoughts in my head do not let me sleep. Bad thoughts blow up the brain
Autumn, nature, and let the dry branch of the tree get ready for winter
Let there be a light bulb with deadlines and a muzzle
I'll decorate the cottage with a swing and plant a scarecrow there, let the crows cry