It's too late to cut the vagina.
Between the fragrant trees in the west building of Du Yi,
I will wait for a good working time.
Autumn leaves fall in new poems,
You go to the pommel horse and others ride it.
One goes in, one comes out, one comes out,
It's too late to cut the vagina.
Are bound to solve the problem of biology,
I'll go with some stupid gentlemen.
Passers-by should ride iron horses,
The baby's name was added last year.