"Qinghe County 17, Wu Dalang"
One of the other,
Since this person only firmly grasped that she had only beauty.
The world has the form of a peach blossom,
The house smells like the old days.
My heart is empty like a string,
The moonlight also pushes my language,
What you see is a peach blossom,
People who are constantly busy, why are you?
Don't stop him, I'm in shape
Short, constantly in for the self
In the midst of the contradictory righteousness, I am night after night
Build a pond that transforms into a pond during the day
On the richer side, that boundary remains
I was placed on a street as I could
Back and forth, inside the baked cake box at night,
There's the one I've reserved for myself.
That's also linguistic, but it's, language
受尽了冤屈和苦累。 Alas. Takehiro.
