Tonight, the moonlight is like acacia vine.
Climb up my lonely little window quietly.
That smell must come from the distant horizon.
I can smell the scent of bluegrass clearly in your long hair.
The moonlight is like water tonight.
The weeds on my chin are also growing wild for you.
Light countless red candles to bless you.
Gulping candle tears flow in the ocean of vows.
It is age, not love, that grows up.
A promise will cast a vow into a bronze statue.
open the window
Let all the moonlight in. Come on in.
Weave into a happy Huang Shoupa and hide it in your dream.
open the window
Let all the moonlight in. Come on in.
May the darkness double upon me.