Butterflies start to fly when the wind blows
Look at the trees you can see a sparrow
Long thin broom, working under the shade
Sometimes cannot rest in his room, a rake

Hot summer rain pours the sweat instead
Scene of the garden that clean but wet
White and red feet became ***** and sweaty
On way back to rest slipper was slippery


Though I am happy staying as if in comfy
After the shower, I'm ready for my baby
Everything is temporary, why can't I be happy?
Thinking that waiting is a true quality