Hung Yu-chieh ago, asked what, lightly cited to go. Sea Lake, a Ting Oulu, half sail rain. Serve the country no one to turn an empty self-hatred, economic policy from time to time who spit. Department under the boat had Chuihong Pavilion, bass worthy of cooking. Fight a drunk, stay You live. A song, friend is easier lost road. Over the southern Jiangbei, like where to go. Lengthy muddy things unfinished, Nianguang slowly today as promised. Try to give head, smile the sky, silent days.