God gave him an apple
Like a child's black pupil gift.
The clouds that float in the sky are your companionship when you are lonely.
It is nourishing your dew.
I, my mother, look at you on the occasion of the Qi. In the eyes of lawlessness.
Gone with the wind, floated into my dream. Flash into your heart.
Please talk to me.
What a ridiculous question,
Give a dream to my mother,
God is the best answer for you and your mother.