The key is you.
The moonlight is as clear as a drop of lotus dew.
The voice of the clear spring is watching.
News of real life
Clear the frost! My brother
We come from a dark and terrible forest.
This is where beauty often happens.
Proud to join the crying swan team
Attend an angel's funeral.
We have no choice.
(except mourning for beauty)
Exquisite tears and elegant elegy
Slip from the highest note of the holy bird
Gazing calmly at the sleeping peace.
Helpless harmony.
Occasionally naughty whitebait spits out a string of blisters and explodes into pearls.
But because it is too small, few people see it)
Suddenly (neither early nor late),
You feed a mouthful of blood to the forehead of the fairy bird.
Thousands of red dragonflies landed on feathers as white as water lilies.
Trembling, pale green moonlight penetrated the rosy halo.
We smile.
We smile in white.