Looking at the moon in front of the window, thinking of the bright moon alone, silent tears, endless vicissitudes of life, waiting for you to return to your dream. Looking at the moon by the window, I miss you alone, and my tears are silent.
Draw a vicissitudes of life every night, waiting for you to dream when you come back. Look at it alone from the window of her room tonight. For our boys and girls, poor little baby, too young to know where the capital is. Her cloudy hair is sweet with mist, and her jade-white shoulders are cold in the moonlight. When can we lie on the screen again and look at the bright light and stop crying? .