Amongst the flowers I br am alone with my pot of wine br drinking by myself; then lifting br my cup I asked the moon br to drink with me, its reflection br and mine in the wine cup, just br the three of us; then I sigh br for the moon cannot drink, br and my shadow goes emptily along br with me never saying a word; br with no other friends here, I can br but use these two for company; br in the time of happiness, I br too must be happy with all br around me; I sit and sing br and it is as if the moon br accompanies me; then if I br dance, it is my shadow that br dances along with me; while br still not drunk, I am glad br to make the moon and my shadow br into friends, but then when br I have drunk too much, we br all part; yet these are br friends I can always count on br these who have no emotion br whatsoever; I hope that one day br we three will meet again, br deep in the Milky Way.