And the chapter by Investment old empty mountains, let go million species, the government Seoul sigh. What day the shade, I have a few years, may see the children and grandchildren later. Pool hall since ancient times, clouds of tobacco spine, long desolate off to future generations. Looking back, a really good time is hate, empty wine Yelan people scattered. Stop the cloud height, who knows I, everything does not care about the eye. Mengjue east window, and talk re Seoul ears, Letters from the wish to question. Instant Windfury spills, brush, only to teach my lazy days. And is going to rain urgent reminder poetry, fighting the dark cloud.