Fan westerly summer only, should be the beginning of the autumn night air. The virtual exclusion of a little home, to eliminate my worry. Sleeping alone, the central hall, a couch free quilt coverlet. North and South Open spacious and bright, cool Biao into flowering. July 7 is the day, Samsung has the West forgotten. Canyun not a rain, ethereal floating in the sky. Cloud line suddenly interrupted, do not charge on bad color. Shadow Court of trees down, branches such as carving SOU. Roots are insects, micro-Yin for Jojo. Qi Fu Xuan Mighty tired, I find the quiet windows. I would like to end Jinxi, flying mosquito does not phase plan. I re-meshing noise I, not by the drive to sigh. But when I self-shielding, not at enmity with Rubei. Go behind closed doors under the curtain, Butterfly Dreams, Lost disillusioned.