I'm used to walking in a hurry.

The entrance of the alley welcomes the sycamore trees sent to

There is a thick smile.

A small county that can't get out of

There are also bells on the wall of the ancient city.

A sound filled the whole sky.

Full of the sorrows of adulthood

And the cage

Is that the freedom you desire?

I think it's enough to rely on both hands.

Until it is present.