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"Mottled Moonlight"
Drink a pot of strong wine and sing a song
A desolate night What's left
The sky is full of stars and the Milky Way is brilliant
And we are just passers-by
Ignore tomorrow's losses and gains
I can’t grasp the sorrow and happiness in the future
The distance is looking at me from afar
I fantasize about being obsessed with the night
The days away from home are filled with bitterness< /p>
Still running for three meals a day
It’s dawn, it’s hot, and it’s dark
I’m drunk, I’m tired, and I’m asleep again
The city and prosperity fly together
Gray heads and earthy faces cling to each other
Some people bump into each other to keep warm, breaking their youth
Some people are bleeding Sweat profusely, sweating all my life