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。