The bright moon in the sky finally revealed her face. How many times can the bright moon shine on me in her life?
Wine glasses, wine glasses, filled with the dark sky I miss, in that distant fairyland, what year and month is this moment? The cool wind blew my thin figure, and my lonely back seemed to drift back to the paradise in my dream with the wind. But the cold and loneliness in heaven scares me.
In the moonlight and breeze, my shadow began to dance, as if heaven were in front of me in a trance.
The shadow bypassed the carved building in the moonlight and passed through the block of the attic. Anyone who can't sleep here hums here. Maybe I shouldn't hate the moonlight that reminds me of parting. What happened to the moonlight? It's just me who's wrong. There will never be reunion, and there will always be separation. People's joys and sorrows have been a kind of pain since ancient times, just like the bitterness of the moon. Perfection never belongs to this world.
People far away, I hope you will live a beautiful life forever. Maybe we can meet in the moonlight at that accidental time.
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