Black cats on the ground are running from building to building.
The petals blown off by the autumn wind are scattered all over the floor.
There is a silvery luster in the moonlight.
Like smooth bread,
Die in the mud.
Black cats trample on residual flowers,
Jumped into the bushes with frightened eyes.
Only the cat's green pupil is in the dark.
The moonlight shines,
Flowers withered, cats disappeared,
Only Bai Yueguang remains unchanged.
But in the end, I can't escape this day.