Scorching sun
You walk in front of me.
Looking forward to your arrival.
Just like the evening after the rain.
In the wind of insects
Welcome all-stars.
Don't come.
Filariasis does not die in July.
I am holding a watermelon.
Sleep for a summer.
In a hurry, the smell of bricks was gently covered up.
Don't come.
I walked in the shade of a tree.
Gaga cobblestone
It broke down all summer.
Step on my bare feet
Rub in the fine soil for a while.
Transpiration of fish and grass in streams.