Oh precious night, let me dissolve in your tale and let the universe sees his glory. Oh bright night, illuminate the hearts of the universe and give the sun her shining color.

In this night, the justice doors have opened their arms for the faithful hearts and the green fields have hugged their birds.

The illuminated hearts always know the truth but the moon likes to sleep between the jungles. The hearts are always colored, but they need a voice to show their glory.

I know that you think that we are a primary creature, and I am just a milker cow but you should learn in the first class of your primary school, how to love the creatures.

Here, in the south, we have cows, and he can get them without stolen oils, but he should remember that our southern cows hate him.

I decided to immigrate to the southern pole and live with the affectionate polar bear. I will leave all the milk to the western man, so I don’t hear his annoying voice.