The Kurata Butterfly is worthy of the Snow White era.
As time went on, the I continued.
Because I is very small, my eyes are mysterious.
Someone is not very cool, green, and laughing.
Indigo lost mist – sympathy as before.
Let’s go to the sand now.
Tasha makes a phone call from an open window –
girls night out:
Gelatine gear gazette geese
gaudy gasometer gash
gauche gasket gaps gasps
In Spain, forests are found and cherished.
Let’s be in Spain.
It was a yearning and a horror.
– when you sleep on a happy green night.
Do not forget that knight’s nostalgia.
Remember surveillance of “I am”.