Answer:
A hill full, a hole full; yet you cannot catch a bowl full. What is it?
What is the thing which, once poured out, cannot be gathered again?
He stands beside the road. In a purple cap at tattered green cloak. Those who touch him, curse him.
Who lives in a house with one bedroom, 50 hallways, and ghosts lurking everywhere?
At night I come without being fetched. By day I am lost without being stolen.
A leathery snake, with a stinging bite. I'll stay coiled up, unless I must fight.