“My mother’s teeth look like rice,” she said as she invited me into her house, “so don’t be frightened.”
And I wasn’t frightened—until I noticed that she had told the truth.
こめ・いえ・は
それは大丈夫です、私のギターまだを持っています。｜ ジミー・ヘンドリックス
“My mother’s teeth look like rice,” she said as she invited me into her house, “so don’t be frightened.”
And I wasn’t frightened—until I noticed that she had told the truth.
こめ・いえ・は