My left hand is your right hand side
Fish, lonely, looking at blue sky, thomaswylde bags is still the hot sun, still lonely
Among blue cloud out from the head, gently sigh
Thus, the birds began to fly with a smile
Do not so lonely, so lonely you do not next to the left is my right hand, my right hand is your left hand side, I am for you to break the loneliness of the world, so that you do back to the real itself.
I will never, my left hand is your right hand next to My left hand
