I have repeatedly been hungry
Perfect love.
Dark dark
Vagabond future
Flowers that scent shortage
.................. Wai Wai
Mother ...
Thousand moon smile light
My turn to feel negative.
Hot guy in the tent-cloth cloak
Cute seal bag of silk, forcing
The lip of how you want to master.
Until the year
Torn wings and fly
The cycle is carried out very
Even now shoulder the floor.
Too uneven margin
Fate stopped at the corner
Your chest to stretch your outfit
Both the song about poor quality
I want a cigarette and crying mixture.
