Hate the Fleeting Years, Come to Sleep Drunk

Don't be thin because of the west wind, drink frequently and scratch your head. The old joy is like being in the dream soul, and naturally the heart is broken, so why bother to watch the autumn wind. Don't hate the fleeting time, hate the wasted butterfly powder. I always fall asleep drunk when I am free and worried, but I am afraid I will still be in front of the bottle when I wake up. It's better not to think about the past, and just look at the setting sun with a red pillow on your pillow. Things in the world are depressing, so don't ask Hengtang about your old travels. I appreciated it at the time but lost it now, which is a total loss of sentimentality. I am a melancholy guest in the human world. I know what happened to you and I burst into tears. Reminiscing about life in the sound of heartbreak. The powdery fragrance looks away but the moon is empty. The moon is also different at that time, and the hair on the temples is shining miserably. Quietly counting the autumn, but mistakenly expecting it to come to an end. One journey up the mountain, another journey towards the water, walking towards the bank of Yuguan, where thousands of tents are lit in the dead of night. The wind is blowing, the snow is blowing, my hometown dreams are shattered, and there is no such sound in my hometown. A pair of people from one generation to another in their lifetime, competing for two ecstasies. If we miss each other but don't love each other, who will be the spring? Who thinks that the west wind is cool alone, rustling the yellow leaves and closing the sparse windows. Meditate on the past and set the setting sun. Don't be frightened by the wine and fall into a deep sleep. Gambling on books will make the fragrance of tea disappear. At that time, I just thought it was ordinary. If life is just like the first time we met, why should the autumn wind draw a fan sadly?