Looking for a little starlight, wandering alone, wandering.
Where is the faint sutra? My heart is so calm.
Stroll in the quiet village and listen to the frogs alone.
How quiet is the long night?
Look up,
The beloved moon, emitting the light as clean as jade.
The past is unsightly, unsightly, tender feelings are hard to refine, unsightly!
A child's tenderness is hard to break homesickness.
Quiet and vast thoughts shed tears.
By blood night-A Collection of Summer Dreams.
Parting ~
Two people who love each other, parting is painful. But for two people who hate each other, parting is happy.
Perhaps, parting is a good beginning or a bad ending. A good beginning is people who hate each other, and a bad ending is people who love each other.