You the colors of the humble expectation filled with, so at least I'm keeping you in the manual varovin and leads to the surface of the glass spread.The world of the great sea to the paint, it's a great sea, from which the greenest parts of the country as hiuksin dreams go up dreams, and they crack the dark rivers ujuu, and cities rises and falls.And the mountains passes with Brown stripes, in case you take them with Brown and Tan in case you take to the sea in case you take, they wander.Ma bird I paint all the songs in her mouth, and the fish and all the waters of his shoulders.And a disservice to all the rage of the kämmenessään.And the snake all the virus.Yet just a small flower I paint, as uinuis in the springs and the things that are and the rain of blessing and the generation of the heat of the day, and the seed of a hundred flower to the new one.Ma then brush fine make it happen, the cool waters of the hopeavariin the baptize and rantein the most sensitive of all things kietovan ylimaalaan ma networks.From the ground it become clear that it gives, and the bear's hand passes through the flower.Rocky peaks to the valleys of the paste, and the rubble of the young.There is no loose can any be.Nothing ever can be otherwise, and eternal is everything.So at last the Sun I say FRY, and leimahtaen wakes up the colors to your liking, so that below the significance of tools that shape a clear a thousand untold.And in a moment of soaring in front of you, you can see the world as alkuunessas.
翻訳されて、しばらくお待ちください..
