Eaves on the flower, Rui Jin Ju early break. How empty is too Chung Yeung. City clusters of looking at the paintings, wine shop floor song, not a coincidence at Chennai, arranged with me. Home miles away evil, hilarious thoughts, vain the brow thousands of locks. Smile and laugh, small whole family group Luan, spin clusters with a few like fruits and vegetables. Two to three cups of recorded time, asking even got the right stuff, good to sing one.