Workers did not feel the spring, where Qiongying early. Jian Galaxy midnight, to the world, towers in early dawn. Started falling softly, is not sentimental, warm gold account, Yutang deep, but it sounds strange dust gone. God disgrace, the temporary drop-Red Road. Since the color is also pity, fear of frivolous, the wind reversed. Who v. Bing, but carried into the plum, the moon, the white bands, a good shine on Tian Han.