And, boy went to sleep.
Flame in the ash to breathe.
One, and two, bulge float, dear profile.
Drip to the ground, thousands dream of.
Silver of the pupil of the fluctuating shining was born at night you
several billion of the years
even if the barb several prayer to the soil
I keep praying
please love to whether this child
, please kiss the hand holding it
翻訳されて、しばらくお待ちください..
