The long night is still young and the sleeves are dancing,

The phoenix is ​​drunk and wild, facing the moon in the sky.

Zigui cries all over the autumn night,

Where the sad song is broken, the lamp shadow remains.

The melancholy soul gradually feels that it cannot be kept,

The beauty in the mirror sighs to herself.

My heart is as long as a hundred feet long,

A song of confusion cannot make it into a circle.

The soul flies into the blue sky and the bright moon is here,

Leaning alone on the railing, the phoenix cannot reach you.

Sauvignon Blanc is longing to be seen,
Chapter completed!