Vaguely, like lonely Hong Ying under the distant starry sky.
Who left a faint trace in his eyes?
I am so sad that I can only be seen in the blur in front of me.
Telling the legend of the slender, firefly-like dream of the new moon.
In which beautiful legend does it live with the elves in an ancient and mysterious ancient forest?
Born at the moment when you and I first met.
It is like an elf, without a trace, sometimes appearing, sometimes silent.
But it has deeply entered my dream.
Let me in the empty years
When I woke up, I dreamed with this sad pain.