In memory of the ink hand, I wear Ermak again for the school celebration, I wear a feather of butterflies, I shade my mind in the painting class, I draw colored flowers so that I can put on my shirt
, I like to sneak hold your hand, I like to sneak your hand, I want to sneak
hold your hand, I want to die of happiness,
when there is any name on the blackboard, except our name, your thought is like a lantern in the way of remembering you, your only head. The refuge of your name is the only support for
you and me, we can go back to childhood, we can go back to the glory of the Ross moment, we can reach the sugar of the lips from the heart of dandruff, we can go back to the kiss of sneaking,
I would like to sneak hold your hand, the end of your letter will die of happiness, I would like to sneak your hand, I would like to die
of joy, the
memory of you who slips will take me to Abra behind me. The gardens are full of color again, I believe again that your name is mine, for this cold shoulder, the hug in my shawl, I
would like to sneak hold your hand, at the end of your letter, I would like to die
of happiness, I would like to sneak hold your hand, at the end of your letter, I would like to die of happiness.
