A bright moon over a river, looking back who is missing. A glass of turbid wine, who will be drunk when we meet. In the spring of the year, who will be popular with peach blossoms? Looking back, who did I meet in this world? A little bit of understanding, who gave it to someone with true feelings. A word of cherishment, who has been given away by the end of the world. After some desperation, who did the fish book send to? There is a faint dream behind the curtain, who is thinking about someone while leaning on the railing. A night of frost and wind, snow and rain sent someone away. A low voice sings, and someone is fascinated by talent. A kind of lovesickness and leisurely sorrow to whom.
I always ask myself, is this a dream?
If this is a dream, I would rather... Drunk to death in this dream and never wake up