There are tears in the moon, the tea is cold and the wine is light and the pen is silent, the rain hits the window lattice tightly, and the heartfelt feelings are hard to fry. What do you mean?

The bright moon is hidden behind the clouds, and there are several stars hanging in the air. The red candle is full of tears, the green tea is cool, and the wine is tasteless. I don't know how to write when I dip my pen in ink. The autumn rain outside the window is beating on the window lattice, and my voice is urgent and full of love. My heartfelt words have nowhere to tell, only miserable.