But if you want a cup of tea, it will be bitter and slightly hot, and you will feel inexplicably quiet or sad when you swallow it.
When we first met, the city was blooming with flowers and the streets were full of drunkenness. The tea in our hands was as fragrant as water, flowing quietly through these many fleeting years.
The intestines are as hot as boiling, and tea is not as good as wine.
The charm is like clouds, and the wine is as good as tea.
But I got drunk on your tea. It's so frustrating that I don't know what to do.