We are all like children in winter from small to large
Everything comes back and goes away again. Round and round
Like a lamborghini, you will not find and describe the roof
Black and white photos will be brought in headphones with discs
A bouquet of archidea flowers for a holiday I will give my mother she is beautiful
In the space of planets, I will stop by and spaceships
Well, we flew, the flag was set, where is the Coca-Cola?!