I lift my drink and sing a song,
for who knows if life is short or long?
Man's life is but the morning dew,
past days many, future ones few .
The melancholy my heart begets,
comes from cares I cannot forget.
Who can unravel these woes of mine
I know but one man...the God of Wine
Disciples dress in blue,
my heart worries for you.
You are the cause,
of this song without pause.
Across the bank a deer bleats,
in the wild where it eats.
Honored my guests I salute,
strike the harp! Play the flute!
Bright is the moon's spark,
when can I pick it apart?
Thoughts of you from deep inside,
cannot settle, cannot subside.
Friends drop by via a country road,
the respect they pay really show.
A long due reunion we fest,
sharing past stories we possessed.
Stars around the moons are few,
southward the crows flew.
Flying with no rest,
where shall they nest?
No mountain too steep,
no ocean too deep.
Sages pauses when guests call,
so at his feet the empire does fall!
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