I am carefree and crazy in this world, why bother to go to the nine layers of clouds in the sky? My beautiful face is full of love and my love is burning, but I hate fate and hate my happiness. Laugh at the way of the world, laugh at the way of the world, cut off the flowers and get drunk at the top. The sky is old, the sky is old, half asleep and half awake, turning into flying smoke. It's hurt. The world is boring... It hurts the world. It hurts the world. It's ridiculous. It's ridiculous.