Why be passionate, why be infatuated. If the flowers were sentimental, they would have withered long ago.
If a person is passionate, haggard, haggard...
People are at the end of the world, so why not feel haggard? When wine goes into a golden bottle, why not get drunk?
Drunkly watching others quarrel in pairs,
It is better than secretly plotting lovesickness tears when no one is around.