It used to be that in the coming year, strong drinks like wine would leave me drifting alone. Let the wind blow me and make me drunk. You listen to the wind and I will wait for your return. Later, it was the first cup to toast your past warmth. The second cup was to toast you before you left. The third cup was to toast you forever. Now it's time to warm the wine and drink tea. I miss getting drunk with you and can't forget the mellow and delicious taste of the old wine. But I still have to quit drinking and forget about you.