Conquered my stomach, and now my heart!

Hairy rain brush heart quiet, autumn wind winter snow is heart tolerance, who knows I must send sunshine, kindness touched heaven and earth, mortals become gods old, look up at the sky to see, only to know that a cloud above, clouds to color to change seven colors, only to know the time to tie the afterglow.

The summer "burn" roast

Tachibana "burn" Cooked meat skewers Roast the surging youth