My son and I cook peach jam, where my son separates the peach halves
My unusual declaration of love. Put this photo in a frame, my feeling is forever
Come to my house. My door is always open for guests
I'll braid my braid and all the sailors will follow me, striped style is always in fashion
I climbed on the bed in my shoes and covered myself with a newspaper
Let's take a ride through Paris at night, my friend