If You Truly Wish, I Wouldn't Be Heartless
My eyes bewildered, I lost my way; three or four cups of wine.
Smiling, the splendid years of spring never end; in Luo, the autumn sounds seem to be understood.
I am clumsy in dealing with people, but adept at heaven.
Not a steadfast comrade to support me, a faint fragrance of grass in the thin evening mist.
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