You are not drunk yet, the fallen flowers are scattered all over the ground. The wine-stained moss is green, and the sound of the flute is clear and cool.
You are not drunk yet, and you are still worried about the moon paving the steps. The courtyard steps are silent, with dense bamboo shadows.
You are not drunk yet, it is hard to understand how longing you are. Wherever the cuckoo sings, the sorrow is so cold that it fills the air.
You are not drunk, and your thoughts are full of shadows. The cool breeze blows through, and the small building listens to the rain.
You are not drunk, and your dance clothes are messy and regretful. The green water is filled with sorrow and complaint.
You are not drunk yet. When you are drunk, you will have a sad look on your face. The sorrow of separation is easy to resolve, but infatuation is difficult to end.
You are not drunk, the remaining powder is buried together with the fragrance of butterflies. A bright moon, two places missing each other.
You are already drunk, and the fireflies on the clear steps are looking at each other. The tiny star candle flame, the green lamp is not extinguished.
You are already drunk, and it is difficult to complain with half a piece of colorful paper. The traces of rain are playing lightly, where can I return to my dreams?
You are already drunk, and drunkenness has its own intoxicating qualities. A single shadow, a sword dancing wildly.
You are already drunk, but you can't see the two people who miss you and shed tears. The butterfly wings fall, and the dilemma follows.
You are drunk and it is difficult to understand the world and cry when you wake up. Don't imitate the purple mandarin duck, don't ask for comparison.
You are already drunk. When you are drunk, you will see the sorrowful rain in March. I miss and hate you forever, I just sigh at the ruthlessness.
You are already drunk, and the flowers are blooming and falling. The breeze of the world is like a passing cloud.
Don't you see, the dancing flowers are fragrant and red. Colorful butterflies frown.
Don't you see, the shadow of the cold moon in the Qing Palace. Eyebrow tears wet makeup.
Don't you see, there are countless mandarin ducks in the world. A few can form pairs.
Don't you see, my dancing clothes faded away in the rain. Thoughts are easier to move.
If you don't see me, there will be a chaotic red swing with the sound of separation. How can we cry and complain?
If you don't see me, the flowing water chasing flowers will always be ruthless. Destiny in this world is difficult to determine.
Don't you see, the moon in the east and the moon in the west are not full. The long night of lovesickness and silence.