Raindrops in Mid-Autumn Festival
I won't collect the secrets of my feelings.
As clear as pearls on the collar of the goddess Ashtar.
Every one of them makes people feel melancholy.
The waves pounded the rocks.
Just like jade is fragmented.
There is no bird harmony in "Extra Romance".
The lonely sky sighs in vain.
The flight of summer and the calm of autumn take away the four seasons.
Samsara, a day that dusty language can't describe.
The light shines on the desolate forest.
The beauty of imperfection gives people regret.
Late at night, swimming in tea.
Swim in the enchanting. Green tea.
Love rises with the fragrance of tea.
Arouse memories of the past.
A teapot inlaid with patterns
Reflect a confused look
And an uneasy heart
Silence flowed from the tip of the tongue.
I heard the tick of the clock.
In the boudoir, I left home long ago.
A person lingers on the edge of dreams and reality.
Wandering around the world through the gap of time
I don't want to be tied down. I don't want to worry anymore.