The lanterns on the top floor
the underlying darkness
The expensive shoes step on the poor
Hands become teasing mouths
Immerse your body in wine
Let the soul ferment
The fleeing patriots
Brings some light to the bottom layer
They will have little hope
Take it to the ground floor
scatter money
scatter kindness
The fleeing patriots
seduced by soul
Saw the forbidden fruit of the times
Fruit cultivated by the soul
Bright and attractive
But it makes people fall into the abyss of the times
Purpose: to kill time