2019.02.20.
Per Revolution
If I'm in the wind, can I comb my hair?Wherever I am, like bul-bul are you chasing on my shoulder?
From each saliva not case sadness,comb your hair.
You're not the Bulbul, you're going to this mountain.
I'm crying tears just to see you, he said to the cheek of the flower.
In the mountain breast getting a whole spring honey lip.
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Come on, the Moon in the beautiful swimming I know that wasn't the half of it.
I miss believe you know that girl is a boy.
That's what I was trying to fall in love with you if I see the grapes laughing.
You my of the credit in is, that all know this love.
I tears tears tears tears only to you.
In the mountain breast getting a whole spring honey lip.