Not like the flowers scattered.
Even the beautiful wings of the butterflies in the wild can not keep up.
Beam of lantern light in the dark.
Shoot right between your forehead and chin.
Breathe a beautifully beautiful smile between the glass shards on the walls of your room.
You are a charming orange figure.
Jasmine is sacred on the thorny roses.
Enchanting girl. Enchanting village poetry poet of love poet.
Thou shalt cast out the temple of the house of your heart.
Smash the sting of a bitch beetle in a stretch of love.
Gently say as if give a sincere love.
From behind my hollow wall smiled.
Glued to a pair of wistful eyes.
Thumping beat.
It's like a gameplay reverberating.
I wish I could have that smile.
My Nazaras I will not let it turn sullen.
Hay village girl, come to the soul figure that uplift the heart for your love this.
Like a rock, I'll protect the beach sand from every crashing wave.