One of Dai Wangshu's poems, except Rain Lane, help me find it.

Dai Wangshu's poem Noctuidae.

The full text is as follows:

Around the round light of the candle,

The moth dances in a pitiful cycle,

The fallen immortals of many fragrant countries don't remember,

Dead insects, dead leaves.

Say that this is a family member who is taking a nap,

fly over the mountain and the cloud tree,

to comfort our misfortune,

or miss our dead,

forced by memory, and leave the silent night platform.

I know that they are myself,

because they cover my shadow with big colorful velvet wings,

and

keep it in the dark.

this is just for a thought, not a dream,

just like the day I became a phoenix.