The moon accompanies the coldness
Whenever the moon sets in the west, I always want to say to it: Rest early, you have accompanied me through a long night, and with you Waiting, obviously I will no longer be lonely. The gentle moon waves flow in the mist. You often create a quiet atmosphere for me, hoping that I can sleep peacefully, but the result is that "the moon shadow is floating in the light dust, and I don't realize it." The sky travels far." Your silence always makes me wonder whether you also have the sadness of "hidden feelings, difficult to express." In the vast sky, only clear traces of frost are left, sparkling water flows, and the rhythm of the sky is heard. Thin clouds are still lingering, the wind touches your heartstrings again, and there is a bleak whisper. You are eagerly looking forward to your soulmate, and you don’t need to tell him in thousands of words, just a peripheral vision is enough, even if the cloud sleeves are wet with sorrow and tears, and the window lights are like beans, because "he" is experiencing the same feeling.
The secret pain in the soul has long been unknown. Under the caress of the years, it has not faded away, only the hook is sinking. It hurts more and more when it is stopped. It is difficult to cut off and difficult to forget. The river is clear and shallow, a few degrees apart, full of water, and the pulse is silent.
Sometimes, I feel really tired and I thought I could take a rest, but my wish was disillusioned in reality. One night followed another.
Being stupid is not the ridicule of others, but my own sigh. The moon is like this, and so am I. At the moment of dawn, he gradually disappeared. On the willow branches above the moon, we vowed not to stop. The shadows fade away with sadness, I just sigh and don’t look back.
Moon, still waiting.
In the autumn, I feel that your heartstrings are messed up again and it is difficult to calm down. Looking at the frost on the moon's temples from a distance, I suspect that it is hidden in the jade catkins. The song has not finished yet, and the night is still silent.
I will accompany you and walk with you. If you don’t say anything, I understand. No matter how long the night is.
When someone is worried, he is alone at night, and the lonely lamp weeps in the cold hall. But if you ask how much you are worried, you will know that the night is short and long.