This is the first code-writing exercise. The update time is uncertain but I guarantee it will not be a trap.
When I'm drunk, I look at the lamp, when I wake up, I cry. I miss my old friend's eyebrows in my heart, and the autumn wind blows away the beauty.
Laughing and dancing with swords, crying and stained with blood, and here and there, everyone is drunk together, as if an old friend has returned.