Wine on the ramp at, nowhere to west. Rouge is going to have to do color dyed hibiscus. Looking Mu Jiang one thousand ares, there is sadness million Gok, no place to fall Zheng Hong. Days in the railings corner, people wake up in the drunk leaning. Thousands of miles, south north, western Zhejiang East. My life is such as to send, still want to bundle the three tracks chrysanthemum. Who is the hero Plains, lend me five Lake Vessels, to be Junk. Native country and back, this means Mo hurry.