Forty is not as old tippler even question papers. Drunk in the left everything, my mind was re-Qi. But love the water kiosks to the peak from the chaos between. Sound such as from the air down, reducing to two Yanqian. Into the rock under the river, Quan aid trickling. Ring chaos into the language, its clear non-orchestral. Would not the United States Classical Music, Classical Music numerous fan. So repeated Xiejiu, step on the slowly flowing away. Wild birds peep I am drunk, River Cloud I sleep to stay. Flowers are only able to laugh, and I did not understand words. Only rock wind, blowing then I wake up.