Star Ring Notes Part 2

I want to buy wine grown with osmanthus, It's a pity that when will the enemies meet again? We once enjoyed the flowers together the month before, It's especially difficult to say goodbye in dreams these days. Beauty is easy to turn into sorrow, Saying goodbye inevitably adds to the sadness. That rich aroma of wine, and the fragrant osmanthus wine, It has become a cold thing that no one tastes. The past is like smoke, The breeze comes, Blows away the troubles in the memory. The pain of lovesickness is unforgettable, Hidden deep in my heart. I only want to be with you, Went to a sweet-scented osmanthus banquet together, Full of affection and evocative. Let the enemy meet again, We get drunk together among the flowers and meet silently.