Dongfeng live. Huang Meiyu patches. Xiaoying wind noise outside, complain wandering, flowers Canchun evening. Mandarin ducks scattered, for a decade worry, nostalgia thing, like the former Huan, Ding Ning Ren language in mind. Dust faint blue mirror, according to solitary phoenix dance off. Smoke air lock Fung House, asked flute, where people today. Dream small window, hand in hand like his life, Terrace Road. Clouds go. Broken Hill numerous projects.