It's good to be like a giraffe-always closer to the sun
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
The baby is standing and waiting so as not to be warmed by the fireplace
Sunlight passes through the foliage of the trees of the forest