Far in the distance in the dancing of rice at the sea sail sail to the target memory and we are all sad today to remember or forget too little hands, when we go out at the strength at the ripe grapes under sun walked from crying too little hands in away we go at it one day come at the best season to have already moved too cold wind at night in that song in spring in a small hand all the time. We go from strength.Wet cheeks smile reflected how much? Open a new season. We go that day will come. And we also have a small hand memories forever. We will come up in the day or at a small hand away
翻訳されて、しばらくお待ちください..
