It's not too humiliating to have the cello obsessed, it's better than letting the big-hoofed birds die. Of course, it is much better than letting the supergirl die. On the blood-colored star screen of history, let the big hoofed birds bend into fluttering corpses; on the current peach-colored rags, let Supergirl fans die bend into fluttering mosquito shadows. The carcasses of mosquitoes that hissed at history were lying across the streets, and the big-hoofed birds called them "books." The history of the book is superhuman-like peach, instantly turned into a blood dot, falling on the huge feet of the big hoofed bird. History, a good plate of mustard duck paws!
Let the big-hoofed bird corpse go, let the Supergirl rag go, let the history mustard duck paw go! Tonight, just let the cello charm you!
Sonata for cello in A minor
Heart's foot
Walk only
Between hearts
swan
death
I used to sing like this
Fantasy songs
wind
Bent
Tonight's starry sky
Variations on a rococo theme
Kill love
Only love
Cello Concerto in B minor
hometown
That touch of sunset
Lighter than a dream