Chapter 3 you smiled at me last night
You smiled at me last night,
Till now the lingering sound,
I turned into a small boat,
Floating up and down with the sound waves.
You smiled at me last night,
In the wine vortex set off a raging wave;
I turned into a falling flower,
Circling left and right in the vortex.
You smiled at me last night,
what!
I'm starting to be proud:
Open the memory box,
like a miser,
Count the treasures again.