By moonlight, I moved a small stool and sat in the yard. Autumn is my favorite season. Autumn leaves have distinct veins, like your clear palm prints. This night is for thinking of you.
In this quiet night, time goes to the coast and silently takes in people who have been rushed to the same place. At this time, it is not appropriate to disturb the breeze, the crowd and the past. Moonlight, better than frozen arsenic, falls on the wounds of sad people. I finished a bowl of homemade wine, and the wine spoke in my skin and said I miss you. Dear, you are far away in Taiwan Province Province. What time are you coming back? Countless days and nights, I look forward to reunion, just as people look forward to reunification. My blushing cheeks can't resist the moonlight tonight, the wind is blowing, the flowers are speechless, and the water is lonely. Suddenly heard your oath, you smiled and said, wait for me, wait for me. Honey, I'm waiting for you.
Grandma also sat down, enjoying the moonlight, with a smile on her lips. She said, soon, soon. It's just, soon. What time? Taiwan Province Province, when will you come back? The motherland calls for you to enjoy reunion. Angels fold their wings, not sadness, but surprise. Hope is the never-ending sea breeze, blowing the white sails of my faith. To Taiwan Province province, to you, let him show me you. You should come back early, you are the only one here, and we have prepared a smooth road for you, waiting for you to go home!