I swallow eaves to nest, my room non-tall. The good of your children, Paul was no calamity disaster.
　　Mo nest widow home, a widow sitting alone complain. Flying long Jealous Seoul, Seoul crisis hit the nest broken.

　　莫问桑田事，但看桑落洲。数家新住处，昔日大江流。
　　古岸崩欲尽，平沙长未休。想应百年后，人世更悠悠。

　　The raw stone from the Qing River, transplanted here, said leisure. Albatron who do know Jane Wood,
　　Many people call the common name White House. AIDS heavy cloth greenery moss color, deep sound of the birds cited child.
　　I look back at this day thousands, it seems per eye Yiming.

　　Wheels do not have material, non-optical space more. ("Ode to May")