A poem about "starry sky at night"

The moonlight on the hazy mountain by the sleeping lake reminds me of the starry sky. Swallows are whispering in their snuggling, and fish are hugging each other on their shoulders. How can I forget the soft wind of the starry sky and the fire wrapped around my lips under the silver light that night? Burning with the tide of love, how can I forget the starry sky at night, the drooping clouds, the singing moon in the water and the gushing heart of love? How can I forget the moonlight on the hazy mountain by the sleeping lake? It haunts me and reminds me of the starry sky. Swallows are whispering in their snuggling, fish are snuggling on their shoulders, and they are intoxicated in the beautiful lake. How can I forget the night sky whispering in the soft wind, and the fire is wrapped around my lips under the silver light, burning the tide of love? How can I forget the night sky with clouds hanging, the moon singing in the water, pouring out the heart of love. How can I forget the night sky?