I have a little knife leaning on the window to laugh. She laughed from me: Mo Ruo, don't use heart! You come to kiss my mouth, I have a lot of troubles for you. The green sea outside the window does not call me. She called me: Mo Ruo, don't focus on my heart! You will come into my nurture, I have a lot of troubles for you. The three bridges ran, the train, the train, shouted, shouting, shouting me: Mof, you don't use my heart! You come to hug me so much, so so comfort you sad heart
