Crushed air out, Canglang night, Zhao song fly. Western Hills, the Purple Cloud blown down, no trace of red dust. Moon cold world fly, and regain the clear sounds of nature musculoskeletal. See Li Chu, cold shadow falling slope, a dragon cave. Chosho, the fan in hand side. Light exposed, the fiber linen wet. Listen to sound of xiao, lying Hong Yin North. 100 000 Jiang Fei stay Zuimeng, 23 Sha Yin birds startled soul. Any Milky Way, he'll shed all empty, Oriental White.