Poisonous poison will be like a story writer,
On the one side of the coin there are psychologists
I will fill the canvas with water,
If you are open in front of the eye

There is a confession but there is no formula,
Waste the skin, it is not human,
Waiting for the end result for one day,
I want to swing in comfort

There is not one more than two tech in the real story,
If it is wrong, it will pay attention to the mermaid
When the dew of water comes on the head,
The escape route is neither height nor mountain

There is no golden poetry, so silent mobile,
There is no hot touch on the holiday
Due to the lack of time spent on the window,
Vitilize learned the difference between the arrows

Gutka has achieved zero hands,
Protected by irregularities,
Maybe without baldness or tact,
Finally, the study of destiny will be monitored