The moonlight is cold and the cold leaves are foggy.
I don't know the way by looking at the moonlight.
You can teach me when to come back on a monthly basis.
Returning is the wind blowing trees.
Author Qing Yue
April and May
The breath of April and May that year was full of youth.
The smell of grass is floating in the air.
The wind soaked every impetuous heart.
The wind in April and May, blowing in my heart through light clothes, feels wonderful.
In April and May of that year, we were full of youth, and everyone was smiling.
This smile, later in April and May of that year, was covered with a layer of dust with the fragrance of grass.