Have you not seen the waters of the Yellow River descend from the heavens, rushing toward the sea, never to return?
Have you not seen the mirrors in the halls reflect sorrowful white hair, once as black as silk at dawn, turned to snow by dusk?
When life goes your way, make merry to your heart's content; don't let your golden cup sit empty beneath the moon.
Heaven gave me my talents for a purpose. Once my gold is spent, it will come back again.
Let's cook lamb and slaughter an ox for our joy, and drink three hundred cups in one sitting!
Master Cen, young Danqiu, bring on the wine, don't stop pouring!
I'll sing you a song; lend me your ears and listen.
Fine food and music are worth little; I'd rather stay drunk forever and never wake.
Since ancient times, sages have been lonely; only drinkers leave their names behind.
Back then, Prince Chen feasted at Pingle, laughing and joking over wine worth ten thousand coins a jug.
Host, why say we have too little money? Just buy more wine, and let us drink together.
The dappled horse, the thousand-gold fur coat:
Send the boy out to trade them for fine wine, and together we'll drown ten thousand years of sorrow.
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