Maltoses
These long winding smiles.Embracing the valley, dancing with stream and singing with the wind.I'm like an idylist, reading the chapter of life.Wheat fields bending down to longing for the tenderness.The valley is fill with pipers.I listen to the tune speechlessly and follow wherever the fairy tale goes.
The windmill in a far far distance is speaking.The harvest of happiness in mid autumn has collected.At the corner of an old farmhouse we are counting.A love gunnysack filled with joy that colour of first love.
Hand in hand we walk passed the hillside of maltose.Temptation of the frangrance, your blushing cheeks fill my ears with warmth.The ripe maltose we picked, make me laugh upon I wake.How joyful am I, with the sticky hands of maltose.
Hand in hand we walk passed the hillside of maltose.Surrounded by the sweet scents, my face blushes and we joyfully wander.Sipping a glass of maltose wine with my body lying on the grass.Want to have a bite for that inocent childhood.With candies full in my mouth, I still want to give it a bite.