A sad poem lost in my heart

1, the bright moon building rests on its own, and the wine turns into sorrow and tears. -Fan Zhongyan translated "Su Shade": leaning on a tall building at night can't help but worry. If you want to drown your sorrows in wine, it will aggravate the suffering of lovesickness. The only way is but since the water is still flowing, even though we cut it with the sword. What is even more worrying is to raise a glass to dispel your worries. 2. Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. -Li Shangyin "Untitled"