Autumn melancholy but not months, the lunar rabbit cloud hanging Tibetan cave. I would like to sweep the mysterious cloud heaven, Gui Lu stains round the ice palace. Release Senecio transit, across the floor away Chui Court. Cups of heavy wood for this year's Mid-Autumn Festival is willing to reward thee. Sky high by the end of that, the more concentrated is not mysterious clouds sweep. Cold air off the court candle flowers, autumn dance to the old Palace of fur.