Wine is sent with the breeze
Too many poems
Drunkenness, dreams and death are empty
Last lingering with you. You have remembered
A disorderly heartbeat
How come this song
only makes you softly close
Drunkenness
The dream is empty
The piano sounds. There's no trace
There's a strong sense of raising a glass to dispel worries
No one cares
I think too much
I'm as impulsive as a moth
There's a candle after I get drunk
It burns me out
No one is at fault
I see through it.