The Little Earth.

like the rhythm of a rhythm, lost the
path of
a passenger, a rakalai lost in the passenger
's tracks, the song found in the mouth of the bird.

Although not seen much, there was
not much honey, it was
not open,
but this is a huge desert, but it seems that the small world, like the one on the ground.

There is a lot of players
playing
Hetha ,
and it will be a fair trial , just give them one game. (F) There

will be a mistake in making mistakes
.
He's gone
past the blue pain of the past that has left life .

The burning of pain will burn the book
somewhere in the water;
Unseen luck will make fun of
Only in the tears of the eyes, which will be washed away,

fate is the fate of the fate will
be written.

Here - while the
players are not able to follow,
though the results of this game are almost zero.
Just colored life is trampled khatakhana
R
harmonies, rhythms manakhana sense of humor was injured ..