MY HOUSE

My house is from the bed of rhymes
Clear glass from the outside is visible

I ran from the wide gedong of the yard
I'm lost to walk

My tent was built when it was lightning
In the morning fly somewhere

My house is from the bed of rhymes
Here I have a baby and a child

It was a long time, but it came
I no longer get the evening
Let a sweet word honey
If you charge that one