The sound is slow, and it is cold and clear, and it is miserable. At the time, it is the hard time, the most difficult time. Three glasses of two light alcohol, how to enemies, come on late? Green is also sad, it is sad, but it is an old man. Fully yellow flower. Due to death, who is there? Hold the window, how to be black alone? Sycamore is more dry rain, to dusk, bit by bit. This time, how can I, I'm gone!
