Holding the moonlight.
"Here you are," she said. Pass me the moonlight.
And then disappear ... a little dark.
Spread it all over, and it was her eyes all night.
I can't tell whether it's resentment or prayer.
"Here you are," she said. She has had enough of the hardships of time.
But I don't know where her thirty-ninth round of moonlight leads.
Fate never gave me any hints.
Go, autumn and I are in the same boat.
The night wind blows hair, skirts, fallen leaves and moonlight. ...
I walked to a place full of houses, and the doors were all black.
I can't go home. She taught me how to identify by stepping on moss.
Then we walked into the winding roadway (I don't remember anything after dawn)
Lost, we chose a road that no one had ever taken.
Finally, go in through a strange and familiar door and go in slowly.
She went in first, then looked back at me, and time stopped there-
When I entered, she forgot to tell me that she had been dead for five years.
The date of death is165438+1October 19. ...
"Here you are," she said. The moonlight in the door is brighter than outside.
It will never be dark when you die.
Even Yun Zheyue, I can see your face clearly.
Today's Mid-Autumn Festival, the moon illuminates the way home.
Those who build and destroy homes.
Those who already have homes and those who don't.
Fate will always give you a way out and let you return to your dreams.