The road to the rivers and lakes is long, stumbling alone, walking alone with a sword in the cold
Who raises my sail, relying on the thousands of mountains, only seeing the vastness
My companions are all the floating clouds thousands of miles away, and everyone is intoxicated by the wine
Express endless sighs, more than sadness
The river is surging and a few people are laughing. What does that have to do with me?
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I'm sorry if there are any similarities.