prant9

prant9

    There is smoke rising from the roof of a house,
    0:48
    So our hands are covered with thick calluses,
    0:48
    32. Every thing has its own unique symbol,
    0:48
    The golden "elf"
    0:48
    As if to wash away the dust from my busy day.
    0:57
    Standing on the country road,
    0:57
    The stars blinked,
    0:57
    The road is quiet,
    0:51
    The leaves are sparsely falling,
    0:51
    Tranquil country life.
    0:51
    . in the yard next door,
    0:51
    You will see the vast fields,
    0:57
    to suck the sweet dew.
    0:49
    In the hot summer,
    0:40