The clouds are scattered and the wine is lazy, I am leaning on the balcony in a daze, watching the flying flowers all over the sky, how can I sing and cry in sorrow? Staggering and losing one's soul. Rings ringing, Qinglan dawns, people are crazy on the street, hiding their faces with long sleeves, laughing wildly. Who spends his whole life overturning your beautiful wife like a flower?