Literature Reference: Beneath the flowers, a pot of wine, I drink alone without companionship. Raising my cup, I invite the bright moon, and with my shadow, we become three. The moon, though, knows not how to drink, and my shadow merely follows me. Yet, with the moon and shadow, I savor this moment, for joy must be seized in spring. I sing, and the moon lingers; I dance, and my shadow scatters. Awake, we share joy; drunk, we part ways. Bound in this timeless journey, we meet beyond the Milky Way. Source from 'Drinking Alone Under the Moon'.