In this midsummer
night insomnia, do not think I
wandered under the neon
lights in Bar Street got drunk,
do not think my arms are too
Spring Night, do not think I remember the past lament the
pros and cons ... the moment I
was alone in the attic nest open
the computer, playing "Xiao
said, "facing the Yan Gao
Xiaosong line and tubes, cool Kazuya