Kneel for prose poems that can be recited with the piano piece Moonlight.

Moonlight Sonata

Text/original ink name/Li

As night falls, the curtain supports the soul of light, swaying the heart like a sad swing in the blue velvet night wave, deceiving the eye pupil that still stays in yesterday.

Moonlight falls from an invisible waterfall, baptizing people like me. Then, in front of my case, I laid a paper with flowers, and outlined the outline of the big red square with arrogant love.

It is that man who always walks into my room with roses and leaves me with the fragrance of drunkenness.

The vase you brought contains the remains of flowers' youth, and the mug is full of cold coffee fragrance.

Moonlight falls on the window lattice, and angels fly blindly in fairy tales. I kissed the country in my memory in the face of the light without temperature, and then left a tattoo of confession for love.

Perhaps this is a sad hobby, which makes guessing elegant and allows the ear to feed back wrong ideas. Step by step, I was forced into a blank roar in the moonlight.

One of my seeds is a sunflower that won't grow in the moonlight. As expected, after I opened a door, I saw an empty double bed and an old toilet mirror.

White clouds and blue sky are no longer the material under my brush. I lost my signature on the paper in the moonlight. In the mottled moonlight, my hands spread out as if nothing had happened.

Eyebrows bloom quietly under the night frost, without stamens, only evidence of the beginning of the event. I took the deed to the midnight platform.

I don't believe that vagrants will have a home, so I turned back to my former arms and severely criticized that too intense love.

At midnight, there is no bar to hang out in. I grabbed the finger of the wind, tore off a waiting flag and condemned myself in the moonlight.

Moonlight is a thin face in the Spring and Autumn Period. Splash a glass of red wine at night and turn a rainbow without a starting point.

Scary moonlight is the coast I can't berth. Struggle forced me to find an excuse for regret, and then I saw the trapped beast in the mirror.

In the morning, the moonlight became the memory of two broken dreams, and the scene outside the window no longer lingered in the same dream, leaving a person happy.