FREUD
panic of barefootsthe sprite's splitted research is repeated*the kids of the solitary house, wont be born againthey definitely wont die eitherin delirium they lovewe were the ones who killed the person with the missing teeth.he is buried under the yew.whatever the incidence is,this city seems like sand.right?..
in the sunflower field there was a competition of who arrived first.without sleeping we cant enter that golden blanket.
farewell to st. golgotha's hilli lied in the churchafter all、everything will be exposedso i cant enter here.
the last night i scaped to the cityi passed melo's run**how much distance did i ran?i'm really tired
in the sunflower field we competed who arrives first.ahh without sleeping we cant enter that golden blanket.
goodbye to everythinggoodbye to everythingthe sunflowers are always coming here calling meand you are definitely waiting under the yew.