In Huang Sha's boundless desert Growing a small poplar On poplar one pair of Brown birdie intimate each other appeals to words from one's heart Their life is extremely simple A warm small mew A few hide the gnat in the depth of desert Of course, still have the eyes of mutual take pity on Do not be afraid of that violent storm however Also not sorching of dread burning sun Everything destroys the disaster with vast power Bleak also not they are right the explanation of love |
Orignal From: Birdie
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