湿らない 腐らないおいしく まろやか
湿らない 腐らないおいしく まろやか
Voir 湿らない 腐らないおいしく まろやか FrenchStream. Now a grown woman, I sit on the train recollecting my childhood. That morning field baking in the sun. Making one bamboo-leaf boat after the other. The smoke from the fireworks spreading like a thick fog. And to those memories I say, "Welcome back."
