If you drink by yourself, talk about your mood.

1. The wine entered the throat and cracked, as if singing in despair.

2, intoxicating is nothing more than flowers * * * wine, flowers are beauty wine is sorrow.

Wine reminds me of you, but you forget me.

4, wine into sorrow, into acacia tears.

5. When the wine is full, it will overflow, but who is the extra melancholy that overflows? I am full of my melancholy again, and I have drunk all my recent troubles and unhappiness! In the eyes of others, I may be massive, or I may say that I am very happy, but only my own psychology is weighing the drums.