Will you go to hell?

Even before our eyes could meet,
I sat here, already drunk.

Thinking you wouldn't come today...!
...Otherwise I'd given up drinking...long ago...!
But since you're here now,
come a little closer.

Just watching from across this table—
tell me, how much can the heart hold?
Such a gaze sets gunpowder ablaze in the chest...
Don't you understand?

But today, it would be better if you hadn't come.

I'm drunk, and so are my friends.
They too would secretly claim my lover as their own and find joy in it.
What greater humiliation could there be for an ideal lover?

Though drawn by wine...
I'd auction off ideals and drink again.

Tell me, why couldn't you become like liquor?
Why can't you be put up for sale in the market?

I will go to hell with my friends.
Will you come with us?