Life is a long road, with ups and downs. Huang Liang has a dream and wakes up with a glass of wine.
They say stories and wine complement each other best.
Little did they know that there are too many blends of wine and stories.
Dots of neon,
Qiu Yu night talk,
A sip of strong wine, a piece of history. . .
Of the past.
Those obsessions whose edges have been smoothed by time,
In the end, it turned into a soft sigh in the throat.
We all shed our own tears in other people's stories,
In your own wine glass, swallow the grievances that no one knows about.
This glass of wine is a toast to those yesterdays that can't be taken back.
I also respect this long and lonely road of life.
The night is still long and the rain has not stopped,
And drink this full of thoughts together.
