Who is crying? Crying in the dark? We go to the world, and we are the superstars of the mountains.
Is it the melody of the cloak, the life inlaid with gold and jade, and the stars receive your tears?
Turn your face to the sun, the wind is swaying in the noise, and the flowers are rustling.
You cry softly, crying for wild paintings, only until late at night.
The huge frame capacity and the light generated in the morning,
The cracked sky boiled, and after a few minutes, the golden sunshine was full.
Love your sunny sky, the sun shines on you, full of hope,
This beautiful painting has become your flame. Play the violin strings!
Happy songs beat their wings and the night was covered.
Rumble will revive your happy heart, and the value of life will fight against the night.
The fire is hilarious, the sun is coming, listen to the sound of hooves.
The ponytail flutters, the piano box rings, and you understand the sunshine in April.