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
A blonde standing in the pose of a dog and beckoning to herself
The cat presses its paw to its muzzle, trying not to laugh
The road to the field leading to the hills. Blue sky