There are fragrant scorpions on the guest's back, and flowers never leave the moon.
Whoever looks for an axe vertically will leave flowers.
Occasionally, in the autumn rain, I will see the soil.
You are arrogant and cold.
Although the potential is poor, the root is too big to pull out.
I travel everywhere, but I am glad it is in the south of the city.
It is better to lie down in a small hall, and the secluded pavilion is thick and creepy.
None of them are empty. There are four neighboring cities outside.
Peek at the grapefruit on the wall and look at the coconut leaves in the other room.
The onion stood alone, waiting for it to live.
In spring, when you see it and smell it, you can't bear to fold it.