@aida12 24 June 2020

The Grumpy

It sounds a little embarrassing Whistling all over, Just throw away the dew The kiss of amiha was surprised by the damp Scattered skulls cover It seems to be very unsanitary. The color of the moon is always bright It's just a joke of happy air Immediately after dark, Look at the ground and look, Overlooking the cloud and the cloud. Clear stream of gentle springs Light rain, Even dry leaves that just fall off Feels as though wounded; A small stone on him will move Will be groaning and restless. Bright tint of the rich tint Very comfortable and very comfortable, A little bit of dew or tears, It is absorbed immediately; It's just a matter of secret intentions Ruled by cockroaches and fools. White spots on the wings, The flight is a little farther away; While prospering in its own nest, Is very gentle and does not run away; But, when the rice is sometimes scattered, Even the disciple was glaring. Oh, my heart is pounding! The heaven of life There is nothing in the heart that is always emotional; Peace does not last Mild palate bare to groin; Especially when it comes to moving, the slope doesn't matter That was soon and, deadly!