A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without any blind date.
Raise a glass to invite the bright moon, and make three people in the shadows.
The moon doesn't know how to drink, and its shadow follows me.
For now, the moon will be shadowed, and we must have fun until spring.
My singing moon lingers, my dancing shadows are scattered.
They make love together when they are awake, but they separate when they are drunk.
We will travel together forever, and we will meet each other in Miao Yunhan.
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