Air Gear (Air Gear) (№ 82429)

The branches of the trees, to light striving,
The patterns of the leaves spin...
And the sun, admiring
They offer warmth, your smile and comfort.
In pursuit of beauty, do not forget that always
Along with light there is darkness.
And it is not visible to our fangs,
She keep found eyes...
The hunter from the woods rather run
As the night is our time.