Later on,
The sounds draw down.
The bright tone,
A particular tongue，
Flipping around
But come on,
That has belonged to your memory.
Your little town,
Get me drown.
Into the bathtub,
Inside the ocean,
Someone’s uterus
We might met once,
Or none.
I might,
Heard of that sound.
The song,
Rolling, rolling around,
A dizzy, juicy tang
