In summer, everything blooms and smells, life boils and everything breathes and hears the sky, mountains, lake, trees praise the creatorIn summer, everything blooms and smells, life boils and everything breathes and hears the sky, mountains, lake, trees praise the creator
The summer field is only not cultivated. oh turning blue in the distanceThe summer field is only not cultivated. Oh turning blue in the distance
Summer. the road through the field into the forestSummer. The road through the field into the forest