Taste her pussy by my fingers, and imagine a center hollow of anpan, a Japanese sweet roll.
Don't ask and just listen, who? yes, it's their name, the who.
At Zuboraya, the trattoria for pufferfish dishes, getting a lantern made from pufferfish and coming home on the road.
For refreshments with tea, at the sunny place, treating the split ends of my hair.
Don't be afraid, boy, Kobayashi, just a luminous paint or something.