滚烫吧我的诗篇

my destiny is divided into two parts

not meeting you,and meeting you later

you cure my melancholy

and then you give me grief

a moment of joy between melancholy and grief overdraws all the passionate saving of my life

want to drink some wine

let the soul lose weight

good be blown away by the wind

but when you think of it as a passer-by

you feel like a bystander in the world

though the wind is strong

it bypasses my soul