嗫?暁雲?
Grieve over sb‘s death
We believe in the return from the praire to the praire
So cycle
People cut things
Nourish the land into spring grass next year
Deep soft honest and quiet reflects our love for life
Genghis khan always thought
A wise man keeps no bones
Our nation admires the simplicity of the road
Generation of reproduction from the heaven and
grassland walk also want to return to nature
