A young girl, in the distance, fruit to eat, but I have to work,

　　Through the bushes, 3 kilometers away, walk the private trail,

　　South, North, all over the gentle shape, of the earth, of my mother,Stolen content alert: this content belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences.

　　Of the distance, I must have laughed, I must have loved her,

　　Oh, swoon, a winged man falling,

　　Oh, the moon, he was trying to reach you,

　　Inside the bush, you see her,

　　That gentle girl, how will her father, raise that sweet child,

　　Oh, in the garden, take the fruit,

　　As the price for this, I accept your sacrifice,

　　Chomp.