Standing in the dangerous building, the wind is blowing softly, looking at the spring sorrow, the sky is gloomy. In the lingering light of the grass-colored smoke, there is no word as to who would lean on the fence.
I plan to get drunk and sing to the wine, but the strong music is still tasteless. The belt is getting wider and wider, but I don't regret it anymore. I feel haggard because of Yi.