The sprinkler has driven away.
Here comes the bus.
The sun is rising.
I woke up with bread.
The sparrow flew away.
The mouse moved away.
Plastic bags were also picked up.
The dust settled.
I cried with my eyes.
How happy life is.
Because I feel sick.
I can't kiss you.
I can't beg you.
I can't thank you.
I can't talk.
I tied my tongue with my hair.
How happy life is.
Because my feelings are sick. Gross.
The sun went down.
The bus has left.
Here comes the garbage truck.
Here comes the sprinkler.
I ate all my bread.
The footsteps have gone away.
The horn died out.
The cough disappeared.
See the sound, hear the sound.
I cut off my ear.
How happy life is.
Because I feel sick.
I can't kiss you.
I can't beg you.
I can't thank you.
I can't talk.
I tied my tongue with my hair.
How happy life is.
Because I feel sick.
This shirt is useless.
Pants are dead
The shoes are broken.
This street is dead.
I'm tired of my feelings.
How happy life is.
Disgusting, disgusting, yes, disgusting. . . . . .