Two pagodas, burning candles and stars, are scattered all over the world.
Santasi, a land of nothingness, has never gambled on winning or losing in his life.
Four towers are heavy, and an empty city is met. This game is a mess.
Five towers dream, fragrant cold moon, word rain peach autumn apricot.
Six towers, awake for half a life, clear wind and waves.
Seven pagodas, like a fairy's jade cover, are in full bloom, waiting for Li Anping.
Tata pavilion, looking at things from afar, mountains and fog hide feelings.