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Girl, drink this bowl of soup. A hundred years have passed and the person you are waiting for will not come. After all, it is just self-deception. I have loved for a hundred years, waited for a hundred years, and deceived myself for a hundred years. But I still don't regret it. That's all, that's all. It's just a dream for me. A bowl of Meng Po soup is a tribute to my love.

Is there such a person who occupies your entire youth? He is the one who reminds you of your youth and your first throbbing. The green plum has withered and the bamboo horse has grown old. Fortunately, you still love me.

I'm sitting in front of the pub Just listen to what the guest has to say Sigh how sad my dear girl is Sighing that the young master is worried about his future All helplessness comes to nothing Drinking to drown sorrows Maybe it's God's will that makes people do this A few lovesicknesses turned into dreams in wasted time Still laughing at the fact that the world can't see through it I'm sitting in front of the pub See all the ugliness in life Still waiting for someone who doesn't return??.