Sauvignon Blanc, in Chang 'an. Autumn insects are singing by the golden well, and the frost is shining on my mat like a small mirror.
High light flashing; My desire is getting deeper and deeper. I lift the curtain, sigh and stare at the moon, alone, like a flower, from the center of the cloud.
Above, I see the blue and deep sky, below, I see the green and restless water. The sky is high and the land is wide; My sadness flies painfully between them,
Can I dream of crossing the mountain gate? . Sauvignon Blanc destroys the heart and soul.