Drinking alone, pacing alone, and facing the cruelty of this world alone.
After losing you, I will always drink al
Drinking alone, pacing alone, and facing the cruelty of this world alone.
After losing you, I will always drink alone. Don't rest until you are drunk.
It's no problem to lean against a dangerous building. Looking forward to spring sorrow, the sky is dark. In the afterglow of the grass, no one will lean on the fence and be silent.
Drinking is drinking. I am simple. Don't make me think too much.
Pretend to be indifferent, use alcohol paralysis, and make yourself look numb.
I am willing to stay with them forever and forget the harm of friendship, just like the Milky Way. Cen Can old man, 70 years old, still sells wine, with thousands of pots and pans at the door.
I drink to relieve loneliness, but who knows that it has learned to swim! Give it back to him? Learn to dive!
Anesthetize your heart that loves you deeply with ice wine and let it freeze.
Smoking and drinking alone, climbing mountains and crossing rivers, singing and dancing, walking around. A person is sad and happy, self-indulgent, friendly and ferocious, and it is difficult to turn back.
If you don't let me drink it, I'm afraid I'll feel bad. You let me drink because you want to take care of me.
Don't drink too much in the morning, there are still several tables tonight; Don't get drunk when drinking at noon, and the department will have a meeting in the afternoon; You can't drink at night, lest your wife look everywhere.
From then on, I smoked and drank, kept silent about eternity, talked about cats and dogs, and never said I had them again.
Wine is accompanied by loneliness, not loneliness. Only when I was drunk did I realize that I had missed the person beside me.
I will turn your rejection and disdain into wine storage, and take it out several years later to celebrate my last glory.
Talking about drinking is a complete indulgence, but actually I just want to find an excuse for myself to cry.
In the eyes of others, I may be massive, or I may say that I am very happy, but only my own psychology is weighing the drums.
Wine reminds me of you, but you forget me.
That night, I went to drink, and I wanted to get drunk, and then I listened to who else was in my heart. It's a pity that I wasn't drunk that night, and when I got home, I fell on the bed and cried. I admit I miss him.
A man's miserable life is that no one buys you a drink. The worst life for a man is the people you invite and those who don't come. A man's super miserable life is to drink alone every day.
I'm a little drunk. However, it's better for people like me to be drunk.