The others cheered up
Ruan holds the wine cup, sad and lovelorn
How many people like Ruan in the world
Ouch, ouch, ouch
It's a pain in the eyes
Self regret and self hate have seen through the beginning
Exhale helpless cup after cup
No matter people laugh or fall to the ground drunk
Ouch, ouch, ouch
Who knows what Ruan's problem is
With the spirit of wine, the sun will be red
The aim is not to burn wine
Seeing through the world is like sleeping in a dream
Ouch, ouch, ouch
First sad loss of lover
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