Leaves the former rain, underground only a few. Rain leaves office today, a few still in the tree can be. No worries about the juke fly, worry free hanging branches. End of the World Heart wind and rain, mixed land from light wear. Sense of the completion of the universe, Tiling nothing to it. Gone with the Wind Han Hua Xi Hui, beautiful cry Qiu Yi. Is not the root and hair dye, medicine Seoul is empty.