He never disdained the opinions of the world, but she was a passer-by and an accident to him in the endless darkness. She pushed him to the ground and teased him with the smell of alcohol, but he was indifferent. The white tea was pure and joyful, and the beauty was clouds and the moon. The white tea was pure and joyful, and the wine was drunk alone. "The clouds are like clothes and flowers are like faces, and the spring breeze is blowing the threshold and the dew is rich." The lonely shadow is setting in the sun, and one person is still there
Intention: I love you