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Pretend to be indifferent, use alcohol paralysis, and make yourself look numb. (Author: "Su Mu Gai")

Wine becomes sorrow, acacia becomes tears.

Friends are here, and there is good wine. If a pervert comes to him, it's up to the female pervert.

Intoxicating is nothing more than spending * * * wine, flowers are beautiful, and wine is sorrow.

There are three tragedies in eating: those who want to invite don't come, those who come are companions, and only you are awake when you check out.

It's no problem to lean against a dangerous building. Looking forward to spring sorrow, the sky is dark. In the afterglow of the grass, no one will lean on the fence and be silent.

But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with a sword. Sadness has returned, although we drown them with wine.

Half a catty of improper wine, a catty of wall support, and a catty of half a wall, I won't go.

Wine is accompanied by loneliness, not loneliness. Only when I was drunk did I realize that I had missed the person beside me.

There are already thousands of glasses of wine. Drink as much as you can. Run if you can't.

I want to cry, tears welled up in my eyes. I want to laugh, but I can't move my mouth. I just want to numb all my thoughts with alcohol.

If you are drunk, you won't obey anyone, just hold the wall.

Wine reminds me of you, but you forget me.

I got drunk for no reason. Tears come before wine. The night is deep, the lights are gone, the lights disappear between the lights, but I lean on the pillow and chat to sleep. This endless loneliness really makes the taste of loneliness similar. Worry is endless, and the distance is like spring water.

When wine enters the throat, there is a crack, as if singing in despair.

Standing on one leg, drinking does not count.