Teru teru bōzu

Love Letter for school : 

Once upon a time, a snail ran around like naked on these rainy days !  .. My music pod songs are playing love of a snail  as  la ... la .. while I was half-asleep on the cloudy day in a good mood. Thinking of music lyrics in between my holiday weekend and radio show at noon next to my chili mid-summer. After perception slowly went down to my brainwave clicking my voice to play a magical scene of my air playground fields. Radio station bubble : ... . Now, " In the depth of my sleeping mode and energy spirit falling, baby you are the cliff side of my ocean cave." My eyeballs are rolling  sense of my color perception during darkness to fulfill the unknown tense of vision. The Dark voice goes : " Do you swing on this sunny day ? " ..  I guess so. 

My sunny plan to keep searching for mysterious voices of virtue and hope  to participate in  a summer course festival seems so great by that signal. Can you hear it ? " Volume as a touch tenderness of the aching soul. " I already have a plan-set in mind that I'm afraid not to stand outside the hotel. Whatever you might feel are very cool things to look at. My true sense of beauty going to get along forms from nature and falling leaf sight-seeing travel to the fancy brunch at an icy mountain. Water would be the key term of our  tour team. So, finding the love element should be the best tune of a late night show on radio.   

Music CDs played music in slow-motion for some reason that is all above raining fall on my organic body. Only if I try to move in terms of my audience stage there are amazing eyes to taste of the small appetizer " Escargot " (( snail with mashed & cheese )) French cuisine for my ladies classic Pina Colada drink as you. One for you .. love from me. 

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Herrick  2024

Memo : 
la la land ( 2016 ) at Netflix