If I don't know how many cups I drank that day, I won't understand how beautiful you really are. Is that the song?

Dao Lang. Impulsive punishment. Feel this song

I was drunk that night, holding your hand and talking crazy.

I just want to express my repressed thoughts crazily.

My intoxicated eyes can't see your expression clearly.

Forget how you'll react.

I took your hand and put it in my palm.

I thought you weren't angry either.

So I thought you would understand my kindness.

You don't wake up until you turn around and leave.

I know it takes courage to force my world on you.

How do you treat your inner feelings?

You haven't mentioned it to me yet.

I am talking to myself. Simple idea.

In your opinion, this is a joke.

So I'm sad, even though your fragrance is still in my hands.

If you don't know how much I drank that day,

You have no idea how beautiful you really are.

I won't believe the first time I met you.

I love you so simply.

But I believe my inner feelings.

It came so quickly, so directly.

Even though my heart is wild, I can't put out the flame.

I still believe that God brought you and me together.

If you can't smell the perfume left on your hands,

I will never toss and turn again.

Thinking of your beauty and smelling your fragrance.

Struggle in the desire of ice and fire

If God hadn't let fate play tricks on me,

It won't hurt so much to think of you.

Forget about you. I should forget you.

This is the best punishment for impulse.