He loves, he doesn't love, he'll press it to his heart, he'll send it to hell
We came to the sea by the impreza car . We are going by ship to another city
Acorns saying goodbye to an oak leaf cling to each other
I picked up my shoes under my swimsuit and decided to stand against the background of foliage
The second soul of a character from a computer game
The cat presses its paw to its muzzle, trying not to laugh