The stories tell the story no more in my last thought that no one is still reading Who wants to be the last flower king for the king of my story to be Who would be with me in the story Who was satisfied with this Sadgia The first flower The flower was marble Her marble and still marble Fry Joon Parrperi Where are you Heres the last Joon where are you Come in my story again The object with my sadness again
I wanted home I want my heart High I have a universe Fry Joon Flower Where are you Heres the last Joon where are you Come in my story again
