The Wine You Drank Made Me Drunk

It says in the story. You have to leave me. About. Prodigal son. About. Too late. The so-called distance. I am in Zhengzhou and you are in Beijing. I am in Beijing and you are in Nanjing. I am in Nanjing and you are in Hefei. I am in Luyang and you are in Yaohai. I'm in the backstreets, you're in Soho. One city, one landscape. Before I even had time to take a fresh look, you were already tired of seeing it. In order to look up at the bright moon in the sky, I have made countless mistakes in the world. I think. It's worth it.