byPaulQiu
Nothing to care for but a drink,
Bygones long bygone,
Why from the glass past stares back。
My grey hair displacing and exile,
Even a small trace,
No,nothing would I care,
Though half drunk,
Your words I feel admire,and resonate。
Only a drink brings back passionate past,
Can the glass bear all that mighty weight,
What you see is what you get,
When I seem out of control on stage,
Except the stage was never there。