Spring foot-soaking poems

I don't wash my feet in spring sleep, mosquitoes bite everywhere, and sparrows sound at night. I don't know how much I lost. I don't wash my feet in spring sleep, mosquitoes bite everywhere, and I don't know how many people died when I applauded at night.

I don't know how many people died when I slept in spring without taking a bath and mosquitoes bit everywhere. You don't wash your feet in spring sleep, mosquitoes bite everywhere, and when the bear comes at night, no one can escape. hope