Don't cry, the earth will be more beautiful
The birds in the crying,
They live past the backing of green,
Now only a piece of junk forest.
No longer is the original home-the earth.
The grass seeks her crowd in pain,
In human trample and tore heart crack lung.
They want to, the local ball up the last straw dies,
They feel the earth home.
Water in tears
For human excessive waste and wept bitterly.
They are the earth's blood,
They mean that the earth the exhaustion of the decadent.
.
The earth was crying.
The piece of high layout,
Will also have yesterday's brilliant.
Better environment?
Don't cry, my home, my friends.
Look!
Flying in the red scarf action,
They want to make TuLing barren hills with green.