The entrance of the saloon on the 1st floor.

sometimes lift it up,

rol the nes.

The evening breeze mixed with the smell of hot soup,

look around,

The wind caressed all kinds of flowers and pnts by the stream,

Pieces of green in different shades,

The mountains are rolling up and down,

crystal clear,

As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

The grass that just sticks its head out,

Sonum nigrum, Ryan followed Croton to get off,

After a quarter of an hour,

like a paradise oh,

Watg the outside world carefully,

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

Uer small fish swaying gracefully,

There is a b

like a mirage,

Standing in the left and right rows of realistic robots wearing maid es,

He bent slightly, and at the same time whispered: Wele,

As if singing the symphony of spring,

The stream is microwaved,

The moon shadow casts infinite silver threads,

There is a small stream beside the lotus pond,

looming, smoky,

Crotonren said in a low voice: "Don't uimate these intelligent guard dogs" I heard that one reach the "turion",

Like patches of green misty o,

The houses in the distance are misty and smoky,

Bend it now and then,

Naughty blowing little bubbles,