2, from Li Bai's "Four Songs of Drinking Alone Under the Moon"
Full poem:
A pot of wine among flowers, drinking alone without relatives.
I am a man who invites the moon, and I am a man of three shadows.
The moon does not know how to drink, but the shadow follows me.
I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it in a way that I don't want to.
The moon and the shadows are in a state of disarray.
When we wake up, we are together, but when we are drunk, we are scattered.
We will be together forever, and we will meet again in the clouds.
This is the first time I've ever seen a woman in the world.