If I were living on a desert island
I might cry,
But wiped away her tears,
I will make arrangements to time on the island.
First of all, I would crawl to a wave rolling to shore on board,
Pick up some useful things.
Gold silver pearl agate all thrown away,
Because their usefulness is less than a matchstick;
Clothes is not entirely necessary,
Because the island is too hot, simply wear vain.
I want to book brought to the island, holding books book because I gently turned the shiny color cover depicting beautiful illustrations. Smell the scent of ink smell, I was indescribably happy. The book is a treasure house of knowledge, is too important for us, it is every day, along with us to open the gates of knowledge.