Floating away Tom Sharp

My boat sets sail after dark. Looking back, I see smoke from the city rising in the moonlight. I remember the times of singing, but not the times of returning. Maybe I was drunk and didn’t notice. My wandering seems endless. I’m sober now, but I’m also floating in a dream that no one recounts.

醉落魄·述情 苏轼

轻云微月，二更酒醒船初发。 孤城回望苍烟合。 记得歌时，不记归时节。 巾偏扇坠藤床滑， 觉来幽梦无人说。 此生飘荡何时歇？ 家在西南，常作东南别。