She didn't like drinking at first, but later she gradually became drunk on the wine.
The wine is flammable, the passion sets a prairie fire, falling into the flower field, and the flames spread over the fragrance - the sea of burning flowers has always been the most charming.
Some people plant flowers, some make wine, and some stay away late at night.
The lights of Shuiyue Bar are always on, and the door of the flower shop next door opens and closes.
There is a wall between them.
Some people say that the wall is as thin as a piece of paper. It falls down when pushed and trembles when touched.
No one can tell what happened next.
The fire started, the flowers burned, and the people disappeared.
No roses grow on ruins.
One night, love was hidden in a perfume bottle.
The bottle was held in another person's hand, his palms were sweaty, and the body of the bottle was warmed by body temperature.
The night here is very short, just short enough for two people to finish a glass of wine and touch their lips together.
The night here is very long, long enough for two people who love each other but don't want to talk about it to have a long dream.
Motto: Lost and found is more valuable than possession