"You and Peach Blossoms" The hair in the wilderness fluttered wearily, like the sunshine left by the sun when it flew over the garden. It's warm and a little cold. Peach blossom of rebellious brain tribe, peach blossom of water, beautiful slave girl, your hair is fluttering wearily. You take off your skirt like a lamp, and it is empty year after year, buried where you take root, and the knife on the top of the mountain is called a wave.
You are a peach blossom, and I am a knife in waves and lights. The knife hair in the wilderness is like a bright lamp, and it flutters wearily. That's peach blossom. Our desire to breed in Nugu has built a humble hometown around the sunset.
"You and Peach Blossoms" Your hair flutters wearily in the wilderness, like the sunshine left by the sun when it flies over the garden. It's warm and a little cold. Peach blossom of rebellious brain tribe, peach blossom of water, beautiful slave girl, your hair flutters wearily. You take off your skirt like a lamp, and the inside is getting empty every year, and the knife is calling at the top of the mountain.