I'm happy with wine, and I'm happy without wine.
Drink all the rivers and then swallow the sun and the moon,
A thousand cups are not drunk, I am a wine sword fairy.
Spring flowers are not as frosty as a few degrees,
Moon who is alone with * * *;
If infatuation meets true love,
Flying butterflies make up in red.
Fighting the sword and the world of mortals is epilepsy, and there is wine in the sky.
Wandering the stars and playing with the sun and the moon, drunk in the clouds and laughing at the world.