Boring to play the bird, but also stirred broken, shadows on a curtain.
　　谩 try Chunshan, but also thinking real estate broker, gold furnace ash thoroughly cold smoked.
　　How to move a bit more, but strange too, new sick.
　　Shen back to old, and now Pan temples, bear temporary mirror.
　　Heavy province.
　　Do not come to tears, Luo Yi still condensate.
　　Yan Yan Liu for me, at the high careless, the long spring of alcoholic unawakened care.
　　Yan Wing do not come, horseshoe light in, the door closed a Tingfang scene.
　　Empty standing, leaning over the railings to make day, day long people quiet.