Front of the sparse Liu, Liu endless road outside. Cuise four days down, the number of peaks blue, high city wide office. Eye disease arena, tend to the mountain tomorrow, and worrisome silence. Empty condensate queue. Between two faint crows go. Ping Kang lanes, past, such as Huayu. A Decade of it back, tired of searching Jiuqi play drums. Tonight is fortunate to have, people like moon month, Xia sleeves move. Cup deep injection. A golden thread.