Beneath the blossoms with a pot of wine, No friends at hand, so I poured alone; I raised my cup to invite the moon, Turned to my shadow, and we became three.
Chinese poet
From the poem 'Drinking Alone by Moonlight'.
c. 701-762 CE
Found in 1 providers: gemini
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Humorous