"Well, there are more lies."
Jean began to have a good time, and she scolded Mild again, so she was very happy. Say it now.
"And then the flowers..." He said, then paused, as if suddenly reminded of power, and then suddenly changed his words. "Flowers... flowers will bloom in your heart, pure and brave..."
Sing a song, make a mess of your jeans, turn around and look at Mead, who laughs before explaining.
"Seeing Nua, I really miss that pure white flower. Nua is a very lovely person, very pure and lovely, and worth seeing."
But, wait, me! I know you didn't mean to say that. Come on, Anthurium!
Then he kept pointing, as if he hadn't just said to make jeans crooked and use the word pure, and then he explained to me how evil I was when I was in Bangkok, and I forgot that I was a child.
