It's hard to spell, you don't know it's not spilled
While the temperature is heated like the sun, the eyes penetrate the ligament; I can't suffer a drop of eye drops and a drop of lips.
I can't sleep for a lifetime: not a life, not even a century
Don't I know that everyone's love for his mother is private and personal? no treasure, treasure sender is not valuable, can not see,
When I say how insensitive I am, how much of my words are changing; You don't know, Mom.
You were always proud of me; I still have my first eye but I have the first eye and I often have a headache. What I hope, what I hope, our rights.
I couldn't afford a world with your feet, but it wasn't enough. As you run after my dreams, you can always age when swimming in the wavy sea.
I'm always sending my old . , dear, you're relieved. Like a strong, deep trench like a castle; on a hill while doing bile
This place was jealous, came to our place, rebelled, came to where they were; or something like that.
I warmed up with a shadow, warmed in heat, smelled. Oh, you don't smell it; I know a five-foot bile smell. When I hear the distances, I feel the bile in different lands.