Little dry cloth head! I am a Martian. I was a mysterious visitor 500 years ago. At that time, the earth was a beautiful landscape with birds singing and flowers fragrance, and people lived and worked in peace and contentment. The air is sweet - it's beautiful. In the words of man; as if in heaven and earth. Diary
Five hundred years have come. Five centuries have passed. I want to go to such a beautiful place and have a visit again.
WOW! What about the forest before! How has it become a big yellow place, ah! It's so hot. There are so many things one by one - wow! The former spring water, wow, has become the black and smelly smelly smelly smelly water! No longer as cool as before. The fish also died, floating with rubbish.
WOW! The air of the past! How come it's not so fresh! One by one, the big volcanoes were emitting black smoke, which affected the delicious air.
Ah! Where has the beautiful earth gone before, where has the forest gone before, where has the spring water gone before, where has the air gone before, where have these people who live and work in peace and contentment gone! During the national war, people died, holding iron handles and playing iron balls one by one.
Ah! The earth seemed to age a lot at that time--