作者 莉宝






A jug of fire, I toast the land,

Dusty heart, still laugh and stand.

Wind comes — I drink the wind,

Snow falls — I feel no end.

A thousand shots down — I feel no pain or joy again!



Frost on my coat, still uncleaned,

But I wear it proud — a silver sheen.

They ask me, “What’s your life’s aim?”

I say, “In my haze, I carved my name!”




Call me wild like a lonely bird,

I brew silence into thunderous words.

It burns — the lies and cold disguise,

But the aftertaste — is my reckless time!

If life’s bitter, I’ll drink it first,

Bring on the storm, bring on the worst!

Let the world fall into a stormy lie—

I’ll sing out loud, don’t care who asks why!




Some say bread and rice taste pain,

But I turn days into drunk champagne.

Trouble comes? I laugh, I cheer,

Pour it in my glass — it disappears!

Tonight we drink, tonight we howl,

Let skies fall — I’m free and proud!

I owe no gods, no fate, no sound—

Just raise my glass to moonlight unbound!




My robe still flutters, light and bold,

Blades like strings, I strike in cold.

Drinking through the darkest hour,

Still I sing beneath the moon’s full power.





Three thousand drinks — not drunk enough,

I choose a life of rebel love.

Let the world go mad, rise or fall,

In my drunken world — I own it all!

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