The sky of birthplace That one a snow-white and snow-white cloud A dab hand of the grandma is picked to it weave bright and beautiful Warm children and grand children The grandma died Bai Yun also disappeared Like the grandma Disappear do not have mark without footprint Disappear in the home Eider down silk puts on a body Between person and person Smooth like silk also Familiar and unfamiliar People forgot you As if the eyes that sees the grandma is blamed Spindle gives out the groan sound of hidden bitterness All sorts of bacterias also are in be current of cloth with soft nap of ermine of leather careless be current popular Some time sadly a sound since the noise Read aloud those who remove you is good: Warm. Close-fitting. Preserve one's health Yes, who can refuse Ancestor stays Popularity is beginning again on the street. . . . . |
Orignal From: Cotton
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