Who knows the poem "Drunk in the Flower Room"? (Drunk in the Flower Room with Wine ...)

get drunk in the flower room, get drunk in the flower room, wake up and sleep in the flower room. All day long, I asked flowers and flowers for silence, and I was drunk and looked at flowers and flowers in pairs. By mistake, the flowers fell into a single shadow, and the broken flowers splashed like red tears. Leng Yue condensed the fragrance into dew, and stole the flower dew into my filth. Hua Xin woke me up for half a lifetime, and suddenly realized what I was tired of in this life. Wake up from a dream and spend a lot of flowers, especially in your arms. The so-called fame will stay for generations. Success, failure, honor and disgrace turn into emptiness, especially like flowers blooming for one year. Why bother with fame and fortune? It's not like sleeping among flowers for a hundred years.