That year she was as bright as a flower, and she said to him with a smile: "Husband, this is the chrysanthemum wine I brewed myself."
That year, her makeup looked like a ghost, and she sneered at him: "My husband glanced at me, but I only wore half makeup on my body."
The year we got married, the year we stayed away.
Half of the makeup and comb were given, a cup of wine and a piece of white silk.
Laugh at the mortal world, the mortal world should laugh at me.
Drunken with the wind, the wind makes me drunk.
Eventually they parted ways...