We are flying Buoyancy along the earth Degree angle ends forty-five Can reach out and touch that only dry Height Jiaoren want to die We landed Subsequent withdrawal of the earth Shock at ten miles per hour Looking back, suddenly see the shelves yesterday's swing Childhood cold white snow Forced to face Ah! Fragrant white skin Sister's skin swing incense holder Such as the swing higher again, bound to hurt Bound to see the yard drifting away Thistle-like nostalgia The left-hand side All solutions so far still unknown piece of cold river When body temperature rise? Silla early snow Utah has no clothes naked And upgrading of water before a stubborn Angle of five degrees from four cliff jump Whether there were deep and Chihiro Ruzhui Han Tan Snow, spread out like a modern history The more we read the more white face The sharp and often wake up in the cold We are flying Down has not seen footprints on the ground Ah warning signs warning signs, it is sudden and devastating The snowflakes fell on the kind of panic neck yard Eyes from the whole family Imagine the tragic ashes Swing into so beautiful in such a high degree of order How serious child's play If that is it not somewhat tragic light of its metrical Chiaki snow Middle-aged semi-hanging We rise and fall We swing, and full of sorrow In the wind, freedom without by Sun_set_ over the body in the cold We pay close attention to the hand rope By the red and green - Cycle, "Seoul, poetry," The Seven