Even if
that
I am good, and it takes root, and
you that this absorbs it in an Emperor's chair, and the stone doesn't hand only
King to straight きてるなんてこっけいだわ
you in
here though your and my
country fell a grave ask thing
soil in the song of the valley of the
Gon door to understand for winter with
class skillful with life with wind why ラピュタ fell in
now of dying with
me without appearing from here, and a song chases spring with a
bird handles the poor robot of a lot of
with how the terrible weapon
I can't live apart from the soil!
翻訳されて、しばらくお待ちください..
