The Custom Outdoor Furniture swaying under the tree is fun.
With all the troubles and unfortunate memories,
With your shaking,
Let them float out of the sky
I would like to be a habit,
When you wave on the swing,
Stroking your cheeks
Sitting on a swing,
I feel my heart is flying,
Made me forget everything,
only me,
Flying under this sky
Little Sunshade Parasol,
Still moving slowly,
The wisps of autumn wind come slowly,
Knock off a few remaining leaves, like falling on your head,
You stared at the swing foolishly,
Never wake up
