Quick Transmigration: Flower-Scented Wine and Fragrant Leaves

Through fields of flowers I roam, untouched by a single leaf;

Falling petals and fluttering leaves swirl, leaves settling among the blossoms;

People exude a wine-like fragrance, beauty tinting flowers and leaves;

Better drunk than awake, even dreams stretch on forever;

Flowers fall and the water flows on, the goddess has long since lost interest;

Only leaves remain to drift alone, wine poured out as dust and drinkers grow lost in intoxication;

Who knows when fortune will turn, and flowing waters will follow flowers home;

If the flowers knew their mistake that day, they would regret letting the water flow away.