Life is like a drama who has no drama, every year spring festival, this spring festival. Waiting for the idle teenager to be empty and sad, the love is like wine, drunk on the moon. Strangers in the capital are like jade, their lives are ups and downs, and the wind and rain blow away. Farewell to the old and welcome the new year, think of the festival, can wait for this heart into a memory, go up to the tall building, the lights and flowers knot!
