The moon is an individual traveler in the world and a definite joy in the world.
The moon was chewed into stars, and you hid in the starlight.
The city fell into a gentle sleep, and the moon rested on the branches and began to wake up.
I want to be your moon, with infinite stars and secular holiness.
May you still meet the stars and the moon after the storm.
The moonlight is just right, bright and clear, reflecting my half-life madness.
Secretly exchange a kiss day and night, and the hickey is called the moon.
People who live seriously have fishing nets made of the moon, and even in rough darkness, they can still catch shining stars.
The stars and the moon will collide one day, and my love for you will last as long as the Milky Way.
You are the moon I hide in the clouds and the treasure I have been looking for all my life.
In order to collect more world secrets, the moon must stay open from night until late at night.
I looked at the moon, and the moon looked at me, but he also looked at others, and I was a little unhappy.
When I sit on the stone and miss you, only the moon passes by.
Do you know why the moon is curved between its two tips? Because I am sharp and gentle to you.
The evening breeze lightly steps on the clouds, the moon is selling happiness, you approach me from behind the Milky Way, and Xinghui and I sink for you.
I landed on the moon because you were in the mountains. The mountain wind blows, blows hard, exposes the shoulders, and the moonlight treats me as a cheongsam.
You are like the bright moon at night shining through layers of clouds, gentle and warm.
May we all find our own place and meet our own moon.
The stars and the moon came home late, and they all live in your eyes. The wandering moon and the dense stars are late.
If you are looking up at the moon at the moment, that is our only connection.