In Wine We Trust 信仰‧葡萄酒

I was standing on the threshold of wine

Someday somebody pushed me into the door

Then the world of wine revealed its true color to me

I was astounded by the variety and deepness it possessed

From the new and the old

It never ceased to amuse my tongue

How I wish to share this joy with someone else

Who I might accidentally hurt

Whose heart is like the abundance of wine

That I never succeeded to amuse

Or I myself is the wine

That turns bad?