Dongpo, if I wish to call you, I don't see you asking the green pavilion, pacing around in a daze and doing nothing; It is irrelevant to investigate the cause of insomnia at this time.
There you are, wandering, peaceful …
Or a little drunk, you don't have to bring my shadow for nothing, so that the three of us don't have to endure it.
Pour a yard of coolness, with a touch of tenderness, from far to near with a bang, as if it were midnight ...
Dongpo, what did that accidental meeting bring you?
A slightly soft night, a bosom friend, even if there is no wine, wine is not intoxicating, I think I am longing for, the bamboo shadow in January, the warmth in that second.
If it weren't for that insomnia, if it weren't for being like a tour guide this month, if it weren't for meeting someone with the same insomnia, I'm afraid it wouldn't be so unforgettable.
Dongpo, the color temperature of the moon is cool, and you are safe.