Red flags grow on people.
Deer walk from the grassland into the ocean.
I wait for the stars to climb the branches and go to find the princess with the frog.
We danced on the road full of wild flowers.
We welcome the aging wheat and the red sun.
We were chased by dogs and jackals.
We're going to the bottom of the deep sea.
Looking for endless treasures there
We saw the crying Lily again.
Saw the wolf and little red riding hood.
I saw a moon, which was eaten by a dog.
We have many stories to tell.
The trip is still on the way.
Waiting for rice to escape from the farmer's vat.
Grass tells us the home of dung beetles.
We saw an aging carriage.
He is about to sail.
There are fairy tales in the distance, just like us.
Life is not old.