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!
