I think 白云煙 led a lot of people in to the app’world，
And forget the mission of all bussiness.
At that time, we cannot afford go to theater once a mouth with our couples，we still believe the words from the 混天寶艦。We pay and believe the money will take us to somewhere .
Several years past, it’s name told the futute.The 云 dispear as soon as the 霧.
Data, cloud, 還有一隻藏獒，they still under your control （項少龍的翻雲覆雨），
just covered layer by layer accumulation。（沒錢的人去旁邊玩沙）
Capitalism rewrite our gene,
we are what we occpied，be a nobody or eat too many body.
your girl is still yours, no story from Umano，
even if my data always crying in your frame.
Frame always say : no response，
whether windows or cellphone，
I get a extra frame.
The cloud is mine，if lucky enough，
may be I can feeling it one a week. It is my fault，always my fault，
sometimes because I update to latest version, sometimes because not.