This should not be restored to the shell. Where is the blue sky with a gently light, light, light, light, you are so quiet, you don't dare to stop (*) I have to step by step, waiting for the sun quietly looking at it. The face is a big dream, the heavy shell is slightly looked up, I have to climb it step by step, I have a big desire to fly in front of the sky, and I have to belong to me. I have to climb on the top step by step, and the tears that have been blown forward and let the wind blowing. The tears that make the wind flow through the tears I have to belong to my day.
