Under the cool moonlight of bamboo valley
Tao Yuanming is drunk
Amid the fragrant wind of the flower market
Li Bai is asleep
After all, affairs and sentiments are like a dream
We live as if inebriated, even without any drinks
[w uszach brzmi niczym odleżałe wino]
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