A sad sentence of drinking alone.

A person's world, a person listening to songs, a person walking, a person drinking, a person sad, a person happy, a person talking to himself, a person humming, a person waiting for the moon to set, a person getting up in the morning, a person walking through ups and downs, a person living alone, really lonely, very lonely.

But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with the sword, the sadness is back, although we drown them with wine, I will let go of my hair and get on a fishing boat tomorrow.

I have been in a daze for 30 years. I won't wake up after the gains and losses, only a glass of wine is the most intimate.

Wine reminds me of you, but you forget me.

Alcohol is accompanied by loneliness, not loneliness. Only when you are drunk do you realize that you have missed the person beside you.

Wine is like a woman, and there are gains and losses in life. A successful woman can be intertwined in life and never let go of a man. A frustrated woman, in tears, raised her glass and was drunk alone.

There are thousands of glasses of wine. Drink as much as you can. If not, run.

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 open-minded, or I may say that I am very happy, but only my own psychology is weighing the bitterness.

When did the moon begin to appear? Ask about Sky Wine. I don't know what year the palace in the sky is. I want to ride home in the wind, but I'm afraid it will be cold if the wind is too high. I dance to find out what my shadow looks like on the earth.

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

Every time we meet, two people hiding the same little secret push cups for a change across the sea of people and smile at each other, which makes us feel warmer. We will talk about trivial days, we will be drunk by others, and we will drink others with a tacit smile.

The sadness ended for no reason. Before the wine arrived, it turned into tears. I know what it is like to sleep alone. Sadness is endless, and the distance is like spring water.