I see blossoms sleeping everywhere,
Watching them out the window on my chair.
My Saturday morning always starts boring,
Suddenly I smell someone cooking.
Someone knocked on the door,
It’s my sister and told me she was poor.
Wanting my pocket money,
While asking for honey.
This is so boring,
I need to go dancing.
May 7, 2019
May 7, 2019 at 10:37 PM UTC
I see blossoms sleeping everywhere,
Watching them out the window on my chair.
My Saturday morning always starts boring,
Suddenly I smell someone cooking.
Someone knocked on the door,
It’s my sister and told me she was poor.
Wanting my pocket money,
While asking for honey.
This is so boring,
I need to go dancing.
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