I remember the kids in the distant past The earth that our hearts were full of joy and passion the day I saw you woven your hair With White Jasmine, you made a scrub The day I saw you, you woven your hair with a white flower I was What a good day, but alas, we were early until one day, we were a day and weeks What a good day, but alas, we were early, until we have a day and weeks,
Remember the two -storey tree The next year Dried on the stems maybe enlarged under the wings of the branches
