Paralyze yourself with wine and disguise your words.

Drink to drown your sorrows, and sorrow is even more worrying.

Wine! It is a poison, an antidote, a food to save the vicissitudes of life, and a food to relieve pain. Wine! It is the harbor where our family lives, the coast where love is moored, the destination where the soul is entrusted, and the heart where the soul is intoxicated. Wine! It is so intoxicating, so unbearable, so painful. Wine! When we anesthetize ourselves, we also anesthetize our reason and behavior. We are occasionally impulsive, depressed, irritable, disheartened and heartbroken. Wine! What a nostalgic thing! When I smell it, I will think of your smell. When I take a sip, I will think of your smile. Finally, I will look at your smile. I'll eat one bite after another until ... I know, I'm drunk, I'm so drunk, I'm so drunk, I'm so drunk, I'm so drunk, I'm so drunk, I'm so drunk. Wine! Drinking too much controls our thinking and my thoughts about you. I don't want to forget that memory and recollection, so … I don't want to abandon the glass in my hand, one after another … one after another. The tender throat keeps rolling the world of mortals, tearing the crystal heart ... wine! I fell in love with you like this, so I can't get rid of you, so I am infatuated with you ... so I care about you all my life. ...

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 the wine is full, it overflows, but who is the extra melancholy that overflows? I am full of 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.

Let's call it a day.