Lipper
A pot of wine from the flowers.
I drink alone. No one is with me.
Until, holding up my cup, I asked the moon.
Bring me my shadow and let's be three people.
Alas, the moon can't drink water.
My shadow followed me blankly; .
But there was a time when I had these friends.
Let me rejoice at the end of spring.
I sang. The moon encouraged me.
I danced. My shadow is rolling in the back.
Wake up and have sex.
Then I got drunk and we lost each other.
Will goodwill be guaranteed? .
I watched the long road of the Milky Way.