Empty My heart is an empty city. Reason is calm and unhurried at the top of the city. No one wants to advance but stops outside the city.
City Come and bring your violin. The moonlight on a tree enchants the city.
The fireworks will fade and the music and music will stop. A person, a city, a lifetime of heartache.
Love the music of the piano and the harp, the unparalleled scenery. Qionglou Yuyu fell into the camp.