Tonight under a cold moon lies an old head in drunken stupor.Only the plum blossoms in the painted wall remain red.Chasing bygone dreams, Bemoaning daylight is too long.

• Inspired me to compose 昔汉花丽少年壮 今霄月冷老头醉 雕墙画中梅不摧 失寻旧梦怨日长 In days of yore when flowers are pretty； men are young & virile.