The Wine You Drank Got Me Drunk

The story says, You want to leave me.

About a wanderer.

About being too late.

Distance, so they say,

means I'm in Zhengzhou while you're in Beijing.

I'm in Beijing while you're in Nanjing.

I'm in Nanjing while you're in Hefei.

I'm in Luyang while you're in Yaohai.

I'm on Back Street while you're at Soho.

Every city has its own scenery.

Before I can even take a curious glance, you've already grown tired of it.

To gaze up at the bright moon in the sky, I made countless mistakes in this fleeting mortal world.

I think it was worth it.