I Am the God of the Deep

I am willing to intervene in worldly affairs and worldly disputes, which is fun. Walking through the streets, tasting fine wines and beauties, teasing girls from good families, ahem... Well, the old man's face turned slightly red, he picked up his shirt and walked away gently. Even though he is a god, he is bound by love that is not of this world... He pretends to be drunk, smiles while holding the pot, walks hobblingly, leans on the branches and drinks alone, becomes the fruit of the gods, towering over the world, so happy... Does God have a dream? Then, above the stars?