The teenager is "flickering". The heart sounds like a string sound. Young people hate people. I respect you and respect me. -Day, sound, music, music and music. -I don't know what to do. I don't know what to say. I hate setbacks. The pain hugs the youth, the youth, the string tone, the meeting. How do you feel the pain and pain? I don't want to hear anything about it. The other side bowed and sagged. < alarm >-listen and play the sound of "sound" when you hear the sound.
