The Milky Way and the stars, and below the lake and the forest
I'll braid my braid and all the sailors will follow me, striped style is always in fashion
The light falls on the glass and reflects the glare
A lonely pot with a flower standing on a stone, and around the water
Dew in the night; the edge of life and death; the imitation game
It is high and at the same time beautiful to fly on a balloon
Spices will improve and give the dish a delicious taste
The river at sunrise enchants and excites the soul