Where can I get drunk and enjoy myself? There is little floating life, wanton hustle and bustle. How lonely is it to talk about the wind and moon for a long time? The moonlight is cool, the red clothes are thin, and I never had an old dream. A glass of wine, seven points of sorrow, three points of drunkenness, go to the west building.
Peach blossom fell to the ground, is fascinated by the spring breeze, and I humbly fell into the dust, just foolishly, infatuated with you.
Lose all, also still gentle, because, today;s pain, is tomorrow;s memory, the future smiling conversation material, grows only.