Man has spread, has already broken, silk, already, fall blood on the harp. Smoke cigarette, prentice-hall, marched into tactic, surrounded, tears stream where bathing. HuanShi matured, Rao dream, jun, standing alone, how in the years calls. The fate of the world, people are always still suffering from rebirth. Fate also gives me the chance to meet you, if allowed, I jump at this moment for eternity.