I'm from the East go on, tired of suffering spring dove sound. Poetry pity chemicals, do not send spring cicada life. Commercial Road and to the mountain air of deep injustice. Spring and two similar, one hundred kinds of insects Ming. Wind Song not a rhyme, such as the cicada cicada boiling soup. No Chaoyang Feng Qi, shame and other small items dispute. On the rain of heaven, Ben Hun River sea dumping. And cleaned up when the anti-gas, then good Seimei.