You said that the pear blossoms in Jiangnan should be in bloom in April.
I hold up your arm through your white brocade robe, and I will watch with you.
You said, I am a slave, don't forget your identity.
I kneel at your feet and answer, yes.
You said, you never expected that you would get drunk so quickly while drinking pear blossom wine under the pear tree.
I blocked the moonlight and stood up to look at you who were so drunk. I just wanted to ask: Can I call you by your name? Just one word is enough...