Jun Nanshan south, the water wide cloud long. North Kitayama I, wood off the world wide. Thought and is not visible, Koho Bi Cuan bare hill. Cloud away from the sea, the tenderness of a water room. Who were vague water, Fusong single painting. Life is clutch, wine want to ask days. How to send and think, take piano lean air bombs. A bomb not a tune, then play the who and the floor. Qin Geng hold no sleep soundly, fall on mountain cold.