He?かかしぃのりがしました.
はらはらとでのやかなびら.
Who loves things after the season?
It's strong.
What's the point? What's the point? What's the point?
Finally, there is no such thing as travel, private betting.
The way forward is "かせる".
I tried to practice the spirit beyond my eyes.
The sea is crossing the motherland, the country is blowing and the country is coming.
In private, flowers are red, flowers are red, flowers are red, flowers are red, flowers are red.
Red, red, red, red, red.
A gust of wind blew.
I seem to smell the nostalgic flowers somewhere.
Beautiful and gorgeous petals fluttering.
After the season, it's like I've never loved anyone.
Real power
Where will the wind caress your cheek go?
In order to push my back forward
Continue that never-ending journey
In order to awaken my spirit of transcending self-cultivation.
Blowing from the motherland across the sea, right?
The red petals that fell on my shoulder burned like a single spark.
Red, red, diffuse. . . .