|
 |
|
Summer Song
|
| ºî»ì¡¡snow |
|
The hot day of summer and I sang the song so that it might be usual.
It is a song to you, becoming sweated about the song to you.
I want to want to want to meet you and to meet and to meet...
It is while crying in the loud voice which ran to your place with bare feet, and went to it. For me, understanding even free, although Mr.
|
|
|
ËܺîÉʤÎÃøºî¸¢¤Ïºî»ì¼Ô¤Ëµ¢Â°¤·¤Þ¤¹¡£
|
