Dandelion June, I am restless, what is going on from my house , what is the news from the alleys where I am still sheltering, tell me whether there is a passion for love in peoples hearts or not?! Has anyone read their hatred and pain from their gaze or not?! Dandelion Tell a lie that sadness is rooted in the fact that poverty kills the angels to the grief of the body, is it possible that one day the forest will be the slaughterhouse of its butterflies, can it be a
garden and not a garden, Dandelion June, you know that it is very difficult to see the fall of leaves , the worst pain of my tree, which filled the cocoons of homesickness and set me on fire, you tell me what happened after the storm. The buds came
. . The goldfish in the house dies soon because it is lonely , can the glass jar take the place of the sea, the
dandelion remembers that we are in this boycott tour .
Dandelion June, you know that it is very difficult to see the fall of leaves, the worst pain of my tree, which filled the cocoons of homesickness and set me on fire , tell me what happened to the buds after the storm.
