Birds flocked at dusk flying in the sky, crossing the rice fields of the citizens, they were engrossed in voices while looking at the prey in the flow of rice fields
The white crane goes back to the nest at dusk
Birds flocked at dusk flying in the sky, crossing the rice fields of the citizens, they were engrossed in voices while looking at the prey in the flow of rice fields
The white crane goes back to the nest at dusk
