Dear poor family scattered, making friends from sickness strike. No one front, the village vegetarian lying alone cover. Cold light dark, breaking away from the Phi curtain. Policy before the policy window, and heard the new snow. Gradually province for many years to sleep from midnight to sit. Oblivion not study the heart, can be lonely and Moan over. Wuran send the world body, the Committee of the noble heart. So to four years, one thousand three hundred nights.