I can't remember exactly when I took the boat and drifted on the Wangchuan River.
Only in the drunken half-dream and half-awake state,
I remember there was a gentle person in the past,
He once touched the top of my head with his hand,
Tell me human stories,
Another name came out of his mouth.
When awake,
And I don't want to think about anything,
It's better to be so worried that you forget all about it.
But I couldn't help but drink glass after glass of wine.
I miss you in my dreams and my death.
Listen to me,
Updates are random,
Write whatever you want,
Bugs go to heaven,
The author is ill,
Decline treatment.
Listen to me,
Be eager to make progress.