If the pledge is over. You is it right? Will miss paranoid that the juvenile.

Stubborn refused to admit defeat of youth and love.
If you can, can, in the time with my meal, not the East Sea, not a Cheng Yongheng, but I walk alone.
If the pledge is over. You is it right? Will miss paranoid that the juvenile.

Stubborn refused to admit defeat of youth and love.
If you can, can, in the time with my meal, not the East Sea, not a Cheng Yongheng, but I walk alone.

Can you do my sickle harvesting, with me, with me to bath time, harvesting those too fast youth.

My paranoid young, is it right? Still have to tie a scarecrow before each night, he was put on gorgeous hat.
My dear paranoia young, still stubborn to learn string music, rusty knuckles, there is no hold over your soft hair.

Paranoid young, stubborn stubborn youth but not those old days. Let it hair skin in the straw, ashes into the spot.
Young ah, did you ever think, I know, for you have like me.

When the sickle across my face, I am no longer young, you is it right? Will obdurate look at my old, pursed lips, with wheat straw swing, and then giggle laughed.

A recalcitrant teenager, wish you well, I wish the sickle will reflect the sun.

Boy, I want to go far away, guarded the catcher don't leave, wait for me, want to see many of you like straw.

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