i go to friend's wedding
in that room, everyone holds up a cup
i know this cup in my hand is not brewed wine
my mouth is with smile , my heart is full of sadness
the vagrant drunk air
and then sleeps on the grass with dew
not all heroes are good at drink
i turn over my body as tender quilt
if cement mixes with honey
the mason and i drink same cup
bee and butterfly hence break off intercourse
who remembers the wedding banquet
the angels with wings are sometimes negligent
they make mistakes and then run away stealthily
my cup is too heavy , there is a person in it
i don't know he is angel or devil
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