The world is dying, the butterfly is illusory, floating like a dream, half a cup of coke, half a cup of spirits, and the turbid wine in North Street.
At Nanjiekou, I was drunk all my life, laughing wildly, falling in love at first sight, feeling for a long time and feeling guilty.
Follow one's inclinations, enjoy one's own desires, laugh at one's past, have a drink for something, have breakfast with others, and you enter my eyes.
Not to mention looks, gentle beasts, losing pride, overdrawing friendship, covering up loneliness, love and hate.
Love and soul, initial thoughts, summer flowers are still there. Don't forget your active mind, lonely city, cool dreams, cool wind and dew.
Drinking alone in the north city, you are oxygen, you have been with people for a long time, you have left the past, the past is safe, and the flowers sigh lightly.
The old song is like a dream, and my lover has not returned. I know this is a dream. I deserve to die. I love the gods and the flowers are gone.