Red-tree milk

And the date-palms are sweet, but they cause grief, so the date is swallowed up. And whether it loses its teeth or not, or the entrance to the date-palms, some of the date-pelt, and it is not easy to digest. Suddenly, I'd rather have a red-tree milk. And bring forth the date with milk, with the mighty treasure, and crush the date-skin into thin pieces, so that there is no more fear. Red-tree milk, not imagined red, but a gray. And the date-palms shall be fine, and they shall gush, and they shall be deposited. And the milk cup is spinning at a fast pace, and the blades are so thick that it's been long. The sweetness of the date-palms is dazzling。