We like to escape, no, it should be said that escape is our nature.When we are ashamed and dejected by reality, our instinctive reaction is to flee.We cover the quilt, hoping to sleep and never wake up; or exile ourselves with a tragic determination, pack our bags and go away... But, except for death, we still can't find that once and for all way.We were furious about this, so we fled into the alcohol unrelentingly, blindfolded our eyes, and comforted ourselves with the smell of alcohol in our mouths: once drunk, a thousand worries will be relieved.