When will a girlfriend come? I raise my glass and ask the group friends. I don't know if the young girls in the group have boyfriends. I want to leave the group, yet I fear loneliness outside the group, making it even harder to pursue girls. I get up to look at jokes, longing is so bitter. The pillow is empty, dreams still linger, the night is hard to sleep. I shouldn't be drunk, when will my dreams come true? Women have fairness and dark beauty, men have short and tall, fat and thin, this matter has always been hard to perfect, but I wish for longevity, and that there will be no more bachelors.