The poem at the beginning of my word is romantic.

I entrust my sad thoughts to the moon, hoping to accompany you to the west of Yelang.

I am drunk with you tonight, how can I miss the wonderful moment?

I want to go home in the wind,

However, I'm afraid the Crystal Palace is too high and cold for me.

I'm worried about the moon,

Follow the wind to Yelang Creek.

I got drunk with you tonight,

You can't miss a good opportunity.