Xingxiangzi
Drunkenness makes people sad. Turbid wine tastes pungent. Who is under the pavilion to share this world of mortals? Traveling to and from the mundane world is nothing but an empty door. Sighs are caught in the sand in leaks, tears are caught in the wind, and bodies are caught in dreams.
Now the flowers are falling and I drink a thousand points alone. I know how to cry, and the bright moon is like silver. Don't wait for dusk when you are happy in the world. A basket of food, a pot of wine, and a stream of clouds.
Intention: Lovers will eventually get married