It has been five years since I was injured by love. I have been bald and disabled for five years, living in a snail's nest among these high mountains all day long.
I don't know how I got here during the day, and I don't know how many times I woke up from dreams in the middle of the night.
The hermits in the mountains practice their own practices without disturbing each other. The only person who came to see me was my uncle. I can no longer remember when he left last time and how long it took for him to come back.
On Hermit Mountain, peach blossoms are blooming all over the place. I slowly drank a glass of sake. How much of the past have I forgotten? How much has it faded?
What kind of love makes me unforgettable in this life, what kind of love still wakes up from my sleep?
I felt refreshed and could vaguely remember the past.
The mortal world is like a butterfly dreaming, and meeting him is also a loss.
One drunkenness can relieve a thousand sorrows, but who can lie drunk for a thousand years? Don't sleep or wake up, let the beauty of its jade throne wither.
Among the mountains and bamboos, far away from the hustle and bustle of the world.
There is no reason to point down the brocade, leaving only one pillar and one string empty.
I wish I could sleep forever in this life. Where can I find a green lotus in my dream?