I will decorate the Christmas tree and wait for miracles
Like a lamborghini, you will not find and describe the roof
The greatness and beauty of the universe, in which we, the eternal wanderers of the cosmos
A bouquet of archidea flowers for a holiday I will give my mother she is beautiful
We see the sky through the unusual shape of the stones
The gloomy forest will be comprehended by the rays of the sun
This train is rushing into the distance and we can't catch up with it
Even the most frozen flower will thaw from a kind word