Plump, round water droplets reflect a woman's lovely figure

Wanting to praise something but speaking evasively

I think I will slowly go mad

Too much beauty is pre-buried in the brain like sexy bombs

Trying to sort out and excavate its clues

But life itself is a prank

All the foreshadowing is tangled and knotted

Not a single trace can be found

Greedily sucking in the tea fragrance

Wanting to possess it fully, but it drifts away and vanishes

Lying down, not wanting to think about anything, too lazy to think

No longer thinking about the reason for existence

The reason for existence itself seems so far-fetched

A gust of autumn wind passes by, the door clatters and bangs

Too lazy to get up and latch the door properly

Just lying like this, like a pile of rotten mud

Eyes tightly closed, still unable to escape the noise behind

Sunshine, positivity, energy, passion

Filling the eardrums, splitting headache

Right now, I just want to be a pile of rotten mud

Don't bother me, and don't stare at me

Let my mind be full of spring scenery, beautiful moments

Decadence is just the appearance you see

Taking a light sip of the tea soup, the moving Adam's apple releases a thirst

Because of longing, the tea soup even tastes ambiguous

This most beautiful sentiment

Has been branded dirty by the世俗 (world)

Savoring the original sin in the tea soup

Suddenly realizing that sometimes we fall in love merely with the appearance of love

The warm tea soup cannot extinguish the heart scalded by passion

Vividly feeling the lost surge of emotion

A breeze lightly brushes the tea soup, raising a ripple

Past beauties emerge scene by scene

Though there are countless waters, I would take only one scoop

What immense courage that requires

Once, what a pure youth

Shouting with all his might, running, full of illusions about feelings

Even with nothing, he dared to love bravely

He said he would write you into a poem

But no matter how hard he tried to race with life, he ultimately couldn't outrun the sunset

Helplessly stuck in the whirlpool of emotions, the colorful heart gradually scars

Sighing helplessly

All the beautiful words and phrases are now just blurred melodies

Forcefully sending the tea soup down the throat

Let this scalding liquid soothe the current restlessness

That detestable thief of the soul

Holding a verdict, convicting me in the name of 'non-mainstream'

Wielding a sword of reality, recklessly digging into the small wounds of my soul

Attempting to empty all my imagination

I lie on the table, wanting to defend myself

But my throat is sealed by the tea soup, unable to make a sound

I can only struggle desperately, like a scoundrel

Laughter comes from beside my ears, full of mockery

At this moment, I am a useless person

My only remaining hope

Is the figure that has appeared in my dreams a thousand times

Waiting for me, enduring me,包容 (tolerating) me, foolishly loving me

Never changing heart, never leaving nor abandoning

Even if the whole world抛弃 (abandons) me

Only you still love this useless person, me

Tea smoke curls, continuous as a thread

Can only rely on this spiritual opium to let me linger on in this floating world

Let my soul have a moment of peace

My loneliness is so unpredictable

Dreams are destined to be a lonely journey

Overturning the tea bowl, dreams are trapped inside, unable to see the light of day again

From now on, some noises will subside

And there's no need to prove anything anymore

Tea soup flows into the heart, turning into drops of scalding tears

Who can understand that being a scoundrel, rotten mud, decadent, is also a kind of

Deeply ingrained dream

Hey, you there,凭什么 (by what right) do you control my fantasies

Disturb my decadence

I still lie like this

Not wanting to think about anything, too lazy to think about anything

I feel myself getting smaller and smaller, finally turning into a little flying insect

I no longer have the strength to lift the tea bowl

Can only muster all my strength, with the determination of a moth flying into the flame

Launch a desperate charge towards the tea bowl

The tea bowl is knocked over, everything is over

I plummet rapidly with the tea soup

After a magnificent kiss with the earth

I achieve Nirvana

And precisely at this moment, I completely realize my own dream

I have become a perfect pile of rotten mud