Starting from sincere affection
Paint all the subtle flavors
Now I start the story
While moaning prevents dera
No appeals
Like burning larpa
Never mind he ignore the soul just leave the body
There is no painting of how scary it is
Like lightning rumble
Samua power and want to spill
feels all restless
Not a second would
Want a moment to give room to complain
Raungnya slashed the heart
Nor are sweat items
But the storm has not passed
He is still and has not stopped fighting
His hands were crushed
Only he himself knows
The cliff that he can get past
Now…
Whisper away ...
And the snow-white water began to tear
Unable to whine loudly
Anxiety drifting away
Because a bit of meat and blood clots have come
Come up like a star
I consider divine asthma to be heard in every facet of space
Born a fruit of love that gives light
