A Ho Pi autumn, mountains lean blue. South Jiangbei feeling of anxiety, allotments Lo red wine. Lu Ye Peng Zhou thousand, mushroom soup dishes Brasenia a dream, silent send Guihong. Your eyes are vague Luo, grudge sun_set_. Ping Chau, the mountain like dark, Lianmei peak. Human pitch thing of the past, the two Seno sigh. Willow was gone, just past the misty rain, erase a few heroes. Solitary world of a tsunami, the horse and the west.