What I can think of was the vacuum in my kitchen.
What should I give them?
I was struggling to find him.
Sweat and blisters are no longer strange.
Keep the city down.
I devoted myself to eating one.
They should grow up.
I love them.
As a gift I must keep.
Falling does not mean paralysis.
I had to stand up against him.
Now it's getting more and more noticeable.
Number of people who have pity on me
Ah,
About survival
I am as strong as my smile.
I am always free.
Shine under the hot sun