Don't look at me lying down, I see everything and hear everything
A bright purple sunset that can be seen from the pier
A world where you won't be. But I won't be there either
I will decorate the Christmas tree and wait for miracles
Like a lamborghini, you will not find and describe the roof
The water will wash away your footprints in the sand
A bouquet of archidea flowers for a holiday I will give my mother she is beautiful