You said turn around on 123, you listen to the erased panic, I think, look up and warm the spring grass, you give me a simple hug, I think, you will hear when you step on the lost time and open your eyes, I think, you are on your left shoulder, your right shoulder is smiling, I think, in your eyes, run wild, I think, one eye, I think, one eye will get old.
May the world have no different eyes
