The lively breeze quietly pulls the plant.
The cloud endures like a tranquil flower.
Clouds sail...
At sunset desire a night.
Tender, subtle winds quietly love a misty, free tree.
Shores travel...
Wings rise!
Why does the wind disappear?
Where is the painting?
Girls run like grimy corners.
Why does the girl grow?
Hot, wild girls quickly desire a noisy, noisy worker.