In the summer, watermelon is sweeter and softer than time, lying in a bamboo chair, waiting for a certain firefly to flutter, in the old alleys of the long streets, who lose their hands and turn over the memories.
In the summer,
Watermelon is sweeter and softer than time,
Lying in a bamboo chair,
Wait for a certain firefly to flutter,
Long Street old alley,
Whoever loses his hand again knocks the memories over.
In the summer, watermelon is sweeter and softer than time, lying in a bamboo chair, waiting for a certain firefly to flutter, in the old alleys of the long streets, who lose their hands and turn over the memories.
In the summer, watermelon is sweeter and softer than time, lying in a bamboo chair, waiting for a certain firefly to flutter, in the old alleys of the long streets, who lose their hands and turn over the memories.
In the summer, watermelon is sweeter and softer than time, lying in a bamboo chair, waiting for a certain firefly to flutter, in the old alleys of the long streets, who lose their hands and turn over the memories.
In the summer, watermelon is sweeter and softer than time, lying in a bamboo chair, waiting for a certain firefly to flutter, in the old alleys of the long streets, who lose their hands and turn over the memories.
In the summer, watermelon is sweeter and softer than time, lying in a bamboo chair, waiting for a certain firefly to flutter, in the old alleys of the long streets, who lose their hands and turn over the memories.
In the summer, watermelon is sweeter and softer than time, lying in a bamboo chair, waiting for a certain firefly to flutter, in the old alleys of the long streets, who lose their hands and turn over the memories.
