Standing in the dangerous building, the breeze is gentle,
Looking forward to the extremely sad spring, the sky is gloomy,
In the lingering light of the grass-colored smoke, there are no words to say, who would lean on the fence?
I plan to get drunk on the madness
Singing to wine, strong music is still tasteless.
The belt is getting wider and wider, but I don't regret it anymore. I feel haggard because of Yi.