Keep cork tight for self-drunk
Written by caomu rongruo
Translated by Tulip
A bottle always keeps its cork tight, drunk with wine self
It nibbles up the silence and occupies in the vast void
The transient light can smell lily-white worry in the bottle
But it’s only the bottle of wine, who can hear hubbub inside?
Dust however, as if unconscious peeper
That stakes its destiny on feast, cup to cup cheers
Smile offered to each other. Invisible trickeries flow in the cup
Some things are stealthily deviating
And still the bottle keeps the cork shut. At the table it throws
A cold eye at the drinkers that kiss to each other by upper body
While in the obscure corner, they use sleek tongue to kick mines
读不明白，主旨是什么，主题是什么，可能是我太肤浅了