I remember the evening meal cold

We crossed the street Badger

Screamed the old carpet buying

Second hand buying great sex

Bowl and dish buying

If you do not buy an empty jug

Tears in Daddy's eyes closed loop

Finally broke sighed failure

May Day is not the bread on the table

But thank God for this life?

The smell of fresh bread had intelligence

In fact, my mother was too fast

My sister ran out without headscarves

Said Sir way empty Buy?

... Lake hope of our hearts garments to close

Mykshanymsh down little time left