The moonlight is hazy,
but it gives me clear wind and alcohol.
Too many poems
are meaningless and empty.
Drunk with you, I'm obsessed, you already remember
your heart fluttering a little arbitrarily
How can this song alone make you hum? I'm drunk by the wind.
I'm very thoughtful,
impulsive like a moth jumping into a fire.
In the end, even one candle would burn me completely.
When it's all over, I know who's at fault.
There is an emptiness in my dreams,
and I give you a lyre.
Will the image of deep love
still remain?
Drunk with you, I'm obsessed, you already remember
your heart fluttering a little arbitrarily
There is no trace of a butterfly (love), and I hold a thick cup to shake off my worries, I don't have anyone to love me.