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And even if the wine hooks the soul in the middle of the night, a whole bottle of pickles, the drunkard has the happiness of the drunkard

Yesterday's old bottle has not been received,

A new bottle has been added today.

Once the heart is in the drunkard,

盼着日宴成行。

Day and night,

How far is it to invite wine.

Raise your glass every time you dry it,

I always see me drunk and hazy.

Eyes blurred and staggering,

There was no wind to butt the wall.

Every time I wake up and make a fool of myself,

Forget to clean it in less than three days.

Men, women, and children know each other,

If you hide from the plague, you don't do it.

In front of the wine fairy,

The back refers to the drunkard's inseparability from the bottle.

And even if the wine hooks the soul in the middle of the night, a whole bottle of pickles, the drunkard has the happiness of the drunkard

The picture comes from the Internet invasion and deletion

Others do not invite themselves to drink,

It's no longer okay to leave the wine.

And even if the wine in the middle of the night hooks the soul,

A whole bottle of pickles.

Father calls mother to call wife and child shout,

There are no bottles on both hands.

Drinking decadent people like ghosts,

Blue sky white sun 无 doll.

One foot is wasted in this world,

One foot into the darkness.

Persuade the gentleman to become a ghost because of wine,

Temperance is the dragon in the adulthood.

the amount of safety that is controlled,

lest you drink and go all out in force.

Now praise the drunkard,

Coming back half-loaf misconduct?

And even if the wine hooks the soul in the middle of the night, a whole bottle of pickles, the drunkard has the happiness of the drunkard

The picture comes from the Internet invasion and deletion

I love wine, greedy cup, when I was young, because I was greedy for a cup and always drank big, when I was older, I still like to drink, and I don't want to hurt my body because of alcohol, so I try to control it, once I love wine, my self-control will become infinitely weak, and I will be humiliated several times and not change, such as the memory of a fish, forget it in seven seconds, and I think I am an alcoholic, not good, very bad.

And even if the wine hooks the soul in the middle of the night, a whole bottle of pickles, the drunkard has the happiness of the drunkard