Every night in this ancient and modern, were  Ji Xue Ming. How can it not Yuet Wah should only clear autumn air.
　　Which soil is shadow, wheel history and a glorious level. Leaving behind only looking to find customers, Xuanji own way.

　　Off to Ming Su-Qin, melancholy tone of the left. One from the ancient, a few people to hear this.
　　Margaret do away with the wind, dark smoke from the pan month. Hill wind continued operation of water, sit somewhere out of Health heart.

　　Fragrance by ages Shibuya, spilled a cold shadow. (Ancient mirror. See "Poetry Miscellany window")