Poetry is similar but opposite. However, China holds our friendship, and heaven is still our neighbor's artistic conception.

It's fate to meet thousands of miles away, but we can't meet each other.

A thousand glasses of wine make friends, less words and more sentences.

The moon, now full moon, hangs over the horizon of the sea.

Mochow has no confidant in the road ahead, and everyone in the world doesn't know you.

I hope I can help you. Thank you.