I am lucky not to have such bad habits. I only indulge myself in drinking wine and writing poetry. I am indeed indulgent, but what harm will that do?
Friends on pipa, poetry and drinking, all of them cast me away. When I see the snow, the moon or blossoms, I long for you deeply.
My partners at the zither, poetry and drinking have all left me,the time of snow, moon and flowers is when I miss a friend the most.