The gloomy night sky,
A dim galaxy,
The story of Qixi,
Not just a legend.
Look, if you don't believe me,
The rustling in the sky,
That's the call of the cowherd.
Little blue on the horizon,
That's the weaver girl's expectation.
Meet once a year,
Love beyond heaven and earth.
But Cowherd doesn't know,
The brocade of the loom,
Has crossed the long banks of the Tianhe River,
A worldly vision.
Why didn't you see it?
Weaver girl, on earth;
Weaver girl, right in front of you.
-Wang